I wish I weren’t trapped in a bubble of self-hate,
stuck debating whether I’m evading or persuading myself
to be someone I ain’t.
I admire the girl I see through the glass
who’s going for it, not looking back
at all the shit she bit off before she could chew
the fact that she knew who she was all along.
What’s stronger than the power
behind her disguise are the lies
she told herself to compromise her demise
for the prize of being free, fleeing from the tree
with broken branches, entranced by second chances,
she glances at the reflection and sees a cosmic connection
of affection for what’s inside,
a pride of being alive and well,
with a pen and a paper
and a story to tell.
My Mulamy,
remember you are right where you are supposed to be. Finding your way thru life, as best you can. It’s ok to realize our imperfections and be saddened or disappointed. It’s the nature of life. It helps us learn our limitations, & acknowledge our strengths. SEE and acknowledge our strengths. Remember you’re loved, by your imperfect friends in this imperfect, chaotic world. Just be open to the light. Seek love and light.
Love, Smithra 💕
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Love you Smithra 💜
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