Finding Myself
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Ongoing, First published Oct 09, 2024
Mature
Im a 24 year old female trying to find myself while living in such a crucial world. I am passionate about exploring different cultures and perspectives, hoping to broaden my understanding of the world around me. I believe that through self-discovery and empathy, I can navigate the complexities of today's society with grace and purpose. But that isn't the case. I have found that the more I learn, the more I realize how much there is still left to discover. My life went in a totally different direction. I now feel overwhelmed by the vastness of knowledge and experience that is out there waiting to be explored. My question is; is it the right direction? I am constantly questioning if I am on the right path or if there is a different direction I should be heading towards. Despite feeling overwhelmed, I am determined to continue my journey of self-discovery and growth, trusting that each new experience will lead me closer to where I am meant to be. Stay tuned with these simple journal prompts as they will help guide me in reflecting on my journey and gaining clarity on my path ahead. By staying open to new possibilities and remaining committed to personal growth, I believe I will find the direction that aligns with my true purpose.
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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.