She's toiling and breaking,
She's scared of her failing.
Drowning in her own tears,
Running from her worst fears.
Afraid of what's unknown and yet to be known;
Hoping it will soon be dawn.
She's hoping she's praying,
For refuge she's seeking.
Lost in the night too dark ,
Begging for a little luck.
She knows she can find light,
And maybe one day shine bright.
She's sacrificed, she's paining,
It's draining but she's waiting.
For a time with no mask,
For a time to proudly bask.
In the feeling of being free,
To be the best she can possibly be.
A little message to myself;
To hopefully my better self.
I'm sorry for being selfish,
I did all this to accomplish.
As you sleep in your comfort,
Please remember the effort.
She might be imperfect by far;
But I hope you're proud of HER.
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JUST ME, MYSELF AND I (Poetry)
PoetryA few poems I wrote to myself about myself. I know some of you will relate.
