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I sat down yesterday, Feeling sorry for myself. Lamenting in my sorrow, Figuring out a good way to say The words that have been swirling Around in my mind like The way water revolves around a Drain. I sit down now today, Thinking about the way I cope I go through other people’s lives With a keen eye. Like a detective trying to Determine a killer with nothing More than a fleck of dust and a Motive. I sat there yesterday, Trying to determine why my fears Felt as if they were consuming me. Like the way the darkness Envelops you in a cold blanket When all you need is Someone to keep you Warm. I’m sitting here today, Wishing for more control More edge, more confidence. A will to stand my ground To accept who I truly am, A talented, wonderful woman Who is effortlessly Beautiful. I remember the times That I feel sorry for myself. They fuel me. Feed my fire. Fill me with every inch of desire. To be great. To be successful. To be me. To be the woman I know I am, rather than The girl I pretend to be.
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
Fuel Me, Feed Me
I sat down yesterday, Feeling sorry for myself. Lamenting in my sorrow, Figuring out a good way to say The words that have been swirling Around in my mind like The way water revolves around a Drain. I sit down now today, Thinking about the way I cope I go through other people’s lives With a keen eye. Like a detective trying to Determine a killer with nothing More than a fleck of dust and a Motive. I sat there yesterday, Trying to determine why my fears Felt as if they were consuming me. Like the way the darkness Envelops you in a cold blanket When all you need is Someone to keep you Warm. I’m sitting here today, Wishing for more control More edge, more confidence. A will to stand my ground To accept who I truly am, A talented, wonderful woman Who is effortlessly Beautiful. I remember the times That I feel sorry for myself. They fuel me. Feed my fire. Fill me with every inch of desire. To be great. To be successful. To be me. To be the woman I know I am, rather than The girl I pretend to be.
just a little free verse for the night
#love#confidence#inspiration#depression#sorrow#madness#woman#empowerment#feminism
jennymoran
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jennymoran
23/F/CT, USA
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
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