Hi, little girl, I hope you’re fine.
I know I’m not a better grown woman than you thought I’d be.
Time is not generous, time is not merciful,
And all in our lives what happened was like a joke for them.
I didn’t care about mental health.
That’s funny because it was nothing to care about from the beginning.
I couldn’t become a writer,
I couldn’t become someone important for the two of us.
But now I’m learning to live over a new leaf.
I’m learning to be myself with a new disorder.
May I promise it will be okay? I do my best to become who we wanted to.
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Author:
Li Yanmey (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 7th, 2025 12:53
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written for challenge 100 days of poems on tumblr.
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Comments1
A poem of talking to oneself and the duality of time and insight thought and action all a duality. Very nice
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