There were always eyes on me,
watching my every move;
judging my every step.
But they had no clue about how I felt.
And then everytime I wonder..
How everyone is so perfect and how everyone is so great?
How they all accept their flaws?
And how they let go off the hate?
I whelve myself into my fears and rejections,
and I cry myself to sleep.
But I turn my agony into a prayer.
A prayer, to begin another me.
I've come a long way in learning lessons.
Building myself up whenever I fall.
I'm not born to be perfect,
so why not be beautifully flawed?
I've had a little of too much,
and finding peace was a struggle.
In the echoing whispers of the woods;
he was a reflection I had discovered.
My strength was just paper tigers.
I just sat there on the shore.
The words might have broken my bones,
the water filled my lungs so deep.
And in the thunderous waves of the scurrying winds, I dared myself to
begin another me.
My lips held love,
but what they verbalized was a revenge too sweet.
The clouds of tears faded away.
Sparks igniting flames; with a fire to turn me into a rantipole.
A fire to begin another me.
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Chaotic Calmness
PoetryChaotic Calmness is a book about self love, self acceptance, dealing with toxic masculinity, fitting in, claiming a true and a real narrative for yourself, hopeless romanticism, accepting failures and going through all of that chaos to reach to a le...
