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Doors I thought were closed, turn out to have had small cracks and creeks
Sometimes issues I thought were done, come back to haunt me,
Since I am a survivor at best, I’ve learned to take heed to all signs & warnings,
And only wise fools ignore advice for growing
But to start will mean finally confessing what I work to conceal,
Revealing myself to myself, acknowledging what I feel,
Organizing my thoughts from, “this is not right” to “F*** it, this how I feel”
Peeling back my pieces,
Being okay with what I reveal.
Losing pieces of my heart, taught me time was not for bargain,
How long will being delirious, keep my heart darken?
So I’m talking.
To God,
To Myself.
Not caring for fake validation, impressions, hand claps, and recognition
Just so I can close my eyes at night,
In peaceful rendition
So let’s talk,
Reflection to Face. What makes me scared? What hardships I face?
What makes me cry?
Fight with all ambition?
Let’s look at ME…
FINALLY…
Let’s create some self-discipline
Even when being vulnerable is a misunderstood ideology
And that “try to save everyone” mentality has to die inside me
Cause then, what energy would I have left over to save myself?
Constantly reaching out my hand for someone to grab it, and no one’s left.
So excuse me,
Pardon.
As dotingly seclude myself,
And finally introduce Dolisha to herself.
