i will no longer
stare at my mirror in pity
i hold the mirror
to my face
and smile
some days
the voices in my head
are screaming
some days
i find them pleading
reality is
they search for meaning
amplify every last feeling
to make sure i stay breathing
some days, i think
i should spend less time regretting
more time repenting
there is no comfort in regret
only in change
when i look at earth
i learn
we are so small
there are voices
tormenting us all
everyone i know
will learn how to fall
i have fallen
again
and again
but i am learning
to throw out my hands
protect my head
shield my face
my fingers have been ripped to shreds
but this is better, i think
than knocking out my teeth
i am small
looking up at the sky
with pleading eyes
begging the world
to take away my tired
i tell the stars
about every scar
every heartache
i’ve felt so far
and they spin
in circles
above my head
they dance
and celebrate
that i have been open
i have confessed
my heart is still a little broken
but in knowing this
in taking the steps to admit it
i am allowing myself
the space to grieve it
i find no pity, now
when i look in the mirror
i find scars
kissed by stars
i find an open heart
i find meaning
reasons for the feelings
my hands may be bleeding
but i give them plasters
it is myself
i need to look after
it is me
i will now look after.
10:58am - 29/10/25