i have stared myself down in the mirror
for what feels like - forever
this is one moment in a Multitude of many worse
- but right now -
staring at myself
in the skin Blessed to me
the body i have been Gifted, i see every Woman
before me:
in the shape of my chin,
where my wrists meet my hands.
those that have - led - me to where i am
the hands that Write this now
the hands that have Saved me.
in a month i'll be long gone.
no longer fully grown
a small seedling in the dirt; shifting once again
i Will allow the earth to envelop me
wrapping its Growing vines around my corpse.
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Author:
reneesunknown (
Offline) - Published: March 31st, 2023 09:19
- Comment from author about the poem: i've spent a long time breaking myself down to fit in roles i was never made for. I still have a lot to work on, but this is a start.
- Category: Family
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