There was a point in time
\nWhen I used to despise myself
\nMuch to my own undoing
\nI stripped away layers
\nUnveiling my true self
\nAssuming that I was loved for just that
\nBut who I was inside was never quite enough
\nConcealed by the shadows
\nTo form the truth they conjured
\nFlickering within the candlelight
\nNever quite true to myself.
\nI was what they wanted me to be
\nShaving off the edges of my square peg
\nTo fit in the conformity of their round hole
\nA cycle spinning like a top
\nRound and round I went
\nIn the merry-go-round of life
\nUntil finally, I stopped toppling over
\nVisions of the self they imposed.
\nKicked into a dusty corner and forgotten
\nBefore I made my walkabout
\nAnd realized for the first time
\nThe illumination of my mind
\nThe self-realization of strong will-
\nI was lost, but not forgotten. <\/p>\n
I love with a ferocity that tends to be offputting
\nI love with intensity, overwhelming those
\nWho cannot fathom its depths
\nI write poetry and prose to express
\nThe intricate details and quiet strumming
\nOf the music from my thought
\nAnd the wonder that my love
\nBrings to life within me-
\nWhether it is reciprocated or not-
\nMy love inspires me to be, more than I am
\nAnd believes it to be so, though
\nSilence is still so unforgiving
\nAnd distance much to my heart\u2019s torturing.
\nYet still such emotion so infinite
\nI drown myself within
\nAnd forget within elaborate fantasies
\nThe boundaries that have been drawn.
\nI think with a child\u2019s innocence and
\nHold hope between my teeth
\nA bit that I bite upon
\nThat leads me to my knees.
\nI am simple and complex
\na mystery and what\u2019s known
\nI show now what I want to see
\nThe strength that has always resided within.
\nI find laughter in the obscure and silly things
\nI laugh at the juvenile
\nI cry tears of the innocence
\nStill fretting over just being myself.
\nBut here I am, unapologetically
\nExploring my map of life
\nAnd realize that no matter what
\nNo matter who leaves me
\nNo matter who comes to me
\nI will always be in my life.
\nI will continue to love as I do
\nNothing shameful in that, it\u2019s true
\nI\u2019m as honest as I can be
\nBecause I can be honest with myself.
\nThere\u2019s no point in trying to hide it
\nThe complexities of who I am
\nI\u2019m loved, I\u2019m lost
\nWithout my heart
\nSo I hold on
\nAnd embrace my faults. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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