She is too forgiving. A beacon of light to guide others, however, is enshrouded in darkness as others don't offer the same courtesy. Her tears used to water the plants of many men who have stomped in her garden crushing her flowers leaving weeds in their wake. Her aura is warm, to sooth hurt people. Her advice sage, if only she could offer herself the same. To forgive herself the same way she forgives others with no effort. Instead she suffers in silence., left with her loud thoughts driving her anxiety. She has friends though. Good ones. Great ones. Ones that will fight the battles she can not quite bring herself to fight. To hold her up when a man tries to push her down. To set her straight when stupidity creeps into her tone. To just simply listen, when there are no words to be spoken. She is too forgiving, but one day, her flowers will grow, and her garden will be plentiful, and her sunlight she shed for others will be used to replenish herself, but for right now, she will be okay even if she doesn't believe it just yet.
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This one is dedicated to my best friend, who I've seen cry too many times because of other people. She never holds a grudge against anybody, whereas me, if you do me wrong, I'll never look at you the same again haha. But this is for her, a pure soul in this world❤️
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Philautia
PoetryPhilautia phee-lav-TEE-ah /fɪˈlɔː.ti.ə/ Greek (n.) Love of the self How deep is your love for yourself? Have you explored the journey to the depths of who you are and accepted yourself unconditionally? Flaws and all? Insecurities? A collection of p...
