Don't fret, you've made it thus far.
Your accomplishments are dancing in
The moonlight and rejoicing
As the ocean tide roars its sweet melody
and bows it's head - relief rippling like
waves from its protruding form.
Black depths revel as they quench their thirst
Of love and affection and boundless grace.
While self-doubt and envy sink away and retreat
In a fleeting dash from the shore, sinking to the depths
To become confided to the lightless void of the seafloor.
Heavy depths, as once was the head in which
The crown sat. The crown still stands regal,
But no longer bears any weight for the body to carry.
Shoulders are poised, but without effort -
For past burdens of perfectionism are long gone.
In its wake, a boundless conquerer,
of fear, loneliness, and self-deprivation.
A perfectly imperfect being all accepting
of her failures. Now, an adventurer.
She'll seek the seven seas and see what
life really has to offer - beyond the veil
of insecurity and doubt and expectation,
for shes already shed these like skin.
Her grace is not yet wasted in her face
like she once thought long ago, its
forged her skin into armour. Time
to love and be at peace with herself
and the world again.
Lift the veil of blanketed darkness,
and discover again.
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Blackberry Thistles ✓
Poesíapoems as delicate as the fruit itself, and as thought-provoking as the sour aftertaste. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2019 Kate H. > third place winner of the gem-mers awards poetry section 2020
