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Spiraling down memory lane, With little to no shame, Muses the self-esteem quietly: “Where’s my girl who once shined, oh so brightly?” What made her lose the strength That had earned her praises at length? What made the power she once held Break into tears that welled? Who would you blame in this situation? What led her pride to cessation? Must be her own inability… you say? But no one can control the thoughts that stray. One can ponder that till infinity, But now she is back to sanguinity. “That was unexpected…” you say— Well, these are the thoughts that stray. Worried, ashamed, puzzled, and hurt— “What about me?” the esteem blurts. Crawling, stumbling, yet still standing, How long will I be the one sacrificing? Strength never comes only from growing; Sometimes it stems from breaking. Those little pieces carry heartaches That first quake, break—then make. Let the past be her experience That will make all the difference. Let the broken esteem guide her, Make her forever oh so brighter.
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 5:16 AM UTC
Oh so bright!
Spiraling down memory lane, With little to no shame, Muses the self-esteem quietly: “Where’s my girl who once shined, oh so brightly?” What made her lose the strength That had earned her praises at length? What made the power she once held Break into tears that welled? Who would you blame in this situation? What led her pride to cessation? Must be her own inability… you say? But no one can control the thoughts that stray. One can ponder that till infinity, But now she is back to sanguinity. “That was unexpected…” you say— Well, these are the thoughts that stray. Worried, ashamed, puzzled, and hurt— “What about me?” the esteem blurts. Crawling, stumbling, yet still standing, How long will I be the one sacrificing? Strength never comes only from growing; Sometimes it stems from breaking. Those little pieces carry heartaches That first quake, break—then make. Let the past be her experience That will make all the difference. Let the broken esteem guide her, Make her forever oh so brighter.
3 a.m. thoughts (old collection)
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 5:16 AM UTC
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