To…

I’m not perfect,
I know that best.
I have an attitude –
anger, hate, fear,
bitterness, resentment…

Loneliness, forgetfulness…

I won’t forget, no I won’t,
that it is not who I am,
to feel…
to hate, to fear…

My skin and bones
are sometimes dry,
like the stone of torment
on which my head lay
on occasion – they rust.

Because my anger,
my hate, my fear…
Empower me to see who I am,
and to be who I want.

I am not anger, nor hate, nor fear;
I am compounded, strengthened…
by my flesh and bones,
riddle with pain and mistakes.

I won’t forget, no I won’t,
that it is not who I am,
to feel…
to hate, to fear,
to contradict.

It is all of me to feel,
to see these factors
– not compliments –
as a way to improve,
as a way to be free…

As a way to feel,
to hate,
to fear…
…in my own way.

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One thought on “To…

  1. hannah says:

    it tells how sincere and honest you are about your life and you in general but in a way that flows and jolts the words so that they are beauitful.

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