I’m ribbons and lace, polka dots and florals
Naughty and nice, femininity embraced
I’m scars and secrets, broken hearts and hook ups
I’m exhausted
Defeated
A captive of my past, uncertain of my future, longing for wholeness
Congruence
Afraid of who I become in survival mode
Broken.
Praying for relief
Unable to handle this world of political ties and lies
Wanting to remember what air used to feel like before it was stained with despair and regret
Hoping one of these days turns out to be better.