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"Changing directions in life is not tragic. Losing passion in life is" - Max Lucado. Well... that happened, which is why I'm no longer on WtW. I'll be fine.

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December 1, 2018


Despite the many moments
That I've felt I was wise, 
There was also someone
Who smothered it with lies.

                                        Despite the many successes
                                        That I've been blessed to achieve,
                                        There was always something
                                        That brought me to quaking knees.

                                                                                           Despite the many reminders
                                                                                           Of how I would reach the sky,
                                                                                           There was always the mirror
                                                                                           Who convinced me otherwise.

I allowed the few doubts 
To cloud my judgement and beliefs, 
To turn my thoughts into something
That even I couldn't sheath.

                                         I believed the false voices
                                         Who screamed in my thrumming head
                                         That I had no more worth
                                         Than the salty tears I had shed.
                                                                                            Regardless of those who tried
                                                                                            To convince me that my life
                                                                                            Was more than what looked
                                                                                            Back at me from that twisted knife.

The issue lies with the fact that
What bothers me is not what I see
But was the presumption that
All I ever was, all I ever could be

                                         Was the shell of a person
                                         Who might've been something great, 
                                         If I had not given up
                                         At the first drop of a weight.
When I say 'knife,' I don't mean an actual knife. I'm referencing the mirror that I mentioned earlier, but I'm calling it a knife because that is what it seems like, sometimes. The mirror can feel like a knife stabbing you until you can't feel anything but complete pain when you look at yourself. 


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  • korra4life

    Thank you!

    12 months ago
  • AbigailSauble

    Great job at rhyming. :) And your figurative language was great!

    12 months ago
  • korra4life

    Thank you!

    12 months ago
  • Quille

    Ooh!! I love this! :DD

    12 months ago