Sometimes, I dare ask
the question of
how do people feel
at home in their bodyDon't they hate the flaws
peeking underneath skins
—staining what's supposed
to be the purest thing around?Sometimes, I dare ask
myself what is it
that I hate so much
about the way I'm builtAre these the fears caging me
—the nagging voices in my head
screaming I'm never going
to be enough?Sometimes, I dare ask
the time it would take
for me to see myself
in the same light
as people doWill I see a glorious person
—shining in an earnest glow—
living the best they can
being someone who
they're supposed to be?Sometimes, I dare ask
but the wind has been
a quiet draft inside my head
Sometimes, I dare ask
for a small prayer
that would somehow
carry me to the end
YOU ARE READING
a symphony of stars, a cacophony of wishes.
Poetry❝𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯❞ ˜"*°•˜"*...