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My name was...
nothing.
nobody.
no one.
I had no face,
just a mask.
It covered all the secrets,
tucked away the past.
My hands were not my own.
They went without command,
pushing away the ones who loved,
and slicing me up till I could not stand.
My feet carried me on,
just going through the motions.
There was no fear or bitterness.
I could not muster an emotion.
But now my name is...
not quite.
excited.
scared.
I let my face show at times.
Sometimes I don't care who sees.
It's exciting and scary,
and it feels so free.
Now, my hands listen,
when they feel like it anyway.
They're stubborn and strict,
but it gets easier by the day.
My feet are walking anew.
Sometimes the path gets rough,
and I want to go back,
but I am confident. I am tough.
I don't know who I am yet,
but I can almost see it.
I'm so close to knowing the truth.
I've come too far to quit.
So, have hope.
Things will get better,
but you'll never get to see it
if you're gone forever.
nothing.
nobody.
no one.
I had no face,
just a mask.
It covered all the secrets,
tucked away the past.
My hands were not my own.
They went without command,
pushing away the ones who loved,
and slicing me up till I could not stand.
My feet carried me on,
just going through the motions.
There was no fear or bitterness.
I could not muster an emotion.
But now my name is...
not quite.
excited.
scared.
I let my face show at times.
Sometimes I don't care who sees.
It's exciting and scary,
and it feels so free.
Now, my hands listen,
when they feel like it anyway.
They're stubborn and strict,
but it gets easier by the day.
My feet are walking anew.
Sometimes the path gets rough,
and I want to go back,
but I am confident. I am tough.
I don't know who I am yet,
but I can almost see it.
I'm so close to knowing the truth.
I've come too far to quit.
So, have hope.
Things will get better,
but you'll never get to see it
if you're gone forever.
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I am
I am the light,that will shine through.
I am the ears,that will listen to all.
I am the voices,telling me to keep going.
I am the eyes,that sees the good as well as evil.
I am a daughter,to a hurtful family.
I am a sister,to a brother that doesn't care.
But I am strong,when those think I'm weak.
I am alive,to find my path to the light.
I am unique,in every aspect of my life.
I am creative,when I find the joy to do so.
I am me,and that's all I care about.
I am beautiful,even if depression tells me otherwise.
Despite of my past,I am still here to this day.
To fight the battle of depression
I will always be me,a strong woman there is.
I w
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Perfection.
When you look into the mirror, at your reflection...
That's it.
That's you.
That is perfection.
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And There Was Light
i.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
ii.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
air out.
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before&mdas
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My first poem in about 6 months, I think? It got kinda shaky at the end, but I think it gets my message across really well. I recently went through a pretty big life change that fixed, well, almost everything. I am almost happy now. On the road of recovery, and I'm proud of it.
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