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natalie Jun 2018
" That's just me "

You’ll hear her say

" I am lesser than beautiful "
I refuse to believe that
I am of worth
What exactly am I?

A courageous soul who is unapologetically herself

Well, the truth is
I look in the mirror to only see
My reflections disappoint
No longer can I say that
My beauty radiates from within

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natalie Mar 2018
Her lashes brimmed heavy with tears,
they fell upon her face like rain

The mighty strength that she could no longer sustain had slowly turned into something bitter and pain

Hands that clenched into tight fists,
it was a desperate battle against grief

The moon fell and the darkest night came to an end

She knew that this was not her first time feeling like she had lost all hope and neither will it be the last,
for she was just a young girl in a harsh world

She has many more stormy seas to sail and tears to shed,
however,

she will sail amidst the crashing waves with bravery and lick the taste of salt off her lips

She will stumble and fall into the deep and dark waters of the ocean
but she who is strong will come back to the surface and fight her way to breathe

The sun will rise with flames that burn so brightly and the hope she has never dies

The hope she has shall be alive!
natalie Mar 2018
Existence is like colours and emotions mixed together

Sometimes my existence feels like a raging sulphurous flame of intense red and sometimes it feels empty yet deep like the melancholic blue ocean

Whatever my existence embodies, I want it to represent the rainbow, for the rainbow adds colours to people’s life.

But most of the time I feel that I don’t even exist and that I am absent in this world.

My existence feels black, also known as the absence of colour.
natalie Feb 2018
Some days I feel  everything at once
Some days I feel nothing at all
I let my thoughts consume me
I let everything consume me
Whatever that I do is wrong
Even if it isn’t wrong, it can’t be right
I’ve let everything pass me by
I do not seize opportunities
I don’t not make decisions
I just let things be
I just let things happen
I just let things come
I just let things go
I guess I’ll never be free
Never free from this
This deep water with crashing waves
I see a shore ahead and I try to swim as fast as I can
I dive back into the deep and dark waters because the violent waves scare me
But, the darkness was a shade blacker than black
I couldn’t breathe underwater anyway
It was useless
I either be on the surface
or,
underwater
But neither were those two things a way out.
A way out so that I can live
It was actually a way to die

— The End —