I saw a portrait of a woman
A woman who I strive to be
I fell in love with her strength and beauty
Those two things never existed in me
I saw this portrait everyday
Stopped and stared, loved the details
She looked at me in such a gentle way
I sat down and told her all my tales
The more I visited, the more she became blurry
I started to think if she would disappear
The day she vanished, I no longer felt worry
But a mix of freedom, pride and fear
This is a tale of my long journey
Through self hate, until I treated myself dearer
This is a revolutionary story
About when that painting finally became a mirror
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Author:
Wyster (
Offline) - Published: July 2nd, 2023 16:22
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
that mirror of self worth
unearthed when that fog
of self hate, is cleared
when we change our environment
allowing us to breath, free
of comparisons and those toxic
influences in our lives...
(more power to you! dear Phoenix poet
soar high n free, butterfly
ink your truth loud n proud)
I am a witness to your
survival fight and triumph
over all the obstacles
in your way, stay strong!
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