To the one who will look back on this in a few months and smile,
Her mind is her greatest foe.
She knows what she is capable of
But her mind contests every thought.
She wants to be free,
She wants to follow her dreams
But remain grounded
And focused
She knows she can do all three
But she is consumed with doubt
It's an odd feeling
Confidence and fear
Sprouting from the same source
Both enough to make her believe
But neither enough to act
She is finally content
But when she realizes that her mind wants more
She is proud of herself
And ashamed
Loves herself
And hates
Has faith
And doubts
With one feeling comes its opposite
Is that all life can be?
Is there ever fulfillment?
She is taught to want more
Forces herself to push on
But where do those efforts pay off?
She has time
But time has her too
She works hard
And gets nothing in return
Things are handed to others
And here she is clawing her way to a future
Where she can have that too
But she'll never get back
The time she'll wish she had
Her mind runs wild
Never staying still
Late at night when all she wants is to sleep
And echoes of the day are all she gets
Her mind is her greatest foe
But also her only reliance
Where does the cycle end?
Who does it end with?
She craves quiet
But lives for the noise
A beautiful contradiction
A perfect storm
She weathers it with grace
And cluelessness
She forgets who she wants to be
Too focused on who she is now
She doesn't know who she is now anymore
An echo of the person who sat here before
But in the essence the same
Her mind
Is her greatest foe.
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Letters to Ghosts of the Past
PoetryA collection of poems; unspoken words to those I've loved and lost. Over time, this has become a documentation of my inner turmoil, struggles, and words I could never say aloud, written over five years (and counting) of young adulthood. What begun...
