Exhausted, tired from guilt
a painful past, which I have milked,
holding on to the mistakes I have made
I have been scared to let go of my demons,
I was always ashamed.
I spent all-too long trying to understand,
I spent all-too long wary of offering a hand,
I'm tired of shaking when I pay at a till,
I'm tired of talking about my troubles,
just to be handed a pill,
I'm tired of my differences labelling me as ill.
Exhausted, I think really I exhaust myself,
craving and aiming to be like everybody else,
rather than embracing me,
I wish I could just be,
happy and in love with the skin I am in.
My hardened-leather skin, is starting to stale
depriving myself from sunlight,
my skin transparent, pale
and I learn as I begin to get old,
like a snake,
to grow,
you have to let go.
I detached each parasite which I had started to host,
I forgave the people that hurt me,
I forgave myself, and looked in the mirror to make a toast,
forgiving me,
was what I struggled with the most.
I shed my past, my memories, my skin,
I let go of the anger I had been living in,
I breathed in new air
I breathed in new life
and decided shedding wouldn't just happen once,
it would happen twice.
I would shed my skin like a snake, every-day
and whenever I reached I new obstacle,
I would shed my skin and create a way.
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An organised mess
PoetryA poetry collection with random poetry I have written overtime, and thought i'd share. I aim to add a new poem into this collection every day, could be the occasional off day :-) hope you enjoy! **thoughts day to day, put pen to paper and let the...