Birth Aborted many times you always returned. In anger I left you but still you followed. In shame I denied you but you never left me. You were my disgrace for many years because you were mine, but I was your pride despite causing your tears. With me in me you grew, until I was ready, to give birth to you and made me again new.
Tag: seeing things differently
Honestly
Honestly Honestly, I don't want to be here with you don't want to pretend. Honestly, you are not my tribe not my spirit animal nor my friend. Honestly, to you I am competition that's not my vision of how a friend should be. Honestly, I will outgrow you become a better me and sweep myself along.
Remember
Remember though those brillant colours now seem hidden from view and you don't know what to do remember, you are a living breathing masterpiece destined for greatness. Your mane of courage spring free in awareness of the power it holds within. Remember you were chosen beautifully handwoven by divine touch. Remember who you are whose you are and take wings.
Passion
Through my tears I see your tears drop drip by drip. harsh breaths taken in vain to contain the beast within. Your manhood claimed by unrequited desires. Or... is your passion more aligned with the chosen one condemned by righteousness? Let me wear your crown of glory... or is it shame? Or must I fall and wither, shriveled to nothingness.
Hold Your breath
Hold Your Breath Hold it hold it hold it wait... let go. Pull everything good everything pure deep within. Hold it hold it and push! Every strain every ache every hateful word every thoughtless deed every rotten seed that is blocking your air flow and let them all go.
Death is the Dishonour
Death is Dishonour To lay down and let things fall - or fail is my nemesis stopping seems easier than anything. To struggle seems a constant there is very little room for clemency. If I were to stop who would it hurt? Who would be any the wiser? If I were to sit unmoving surely it would be good the fat lady could finally sing? Would it be so bad to let things die away? All I know All I can think of is the dishonour of letting go.
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