You believe that the first fall is the
Worst part
But in reality
The little falls afterward are the hardest.
One minute you
Are okay
And the next
Everything is falling apart
All over again.
Scrabbling to pick up the pieces
Not wanting to show
For too long
Just how broken apart you
Still are
But that's the
Beauty of you
My dear.
The real and raw
Beauty that
You possess.
It's Terrifying
But also
Exhilarating
Embrace it in the best
Of ways
And smile gently
As you are still
Healing from the fall
Which yes,
Sometimes you fall
Over and over
Again,
But keep getting up
And remembering that
Once you reach the other side
You'll smile at the clumsiness
That was you.
The beautiful you.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
