"Keep going!", "Hooray!", they applaud,
amidst the land mines that is me.
I could choose to progress onward,
loathing who I'd have to be.
But opting to progress any further
without understanding who I am
would be as rewarding as building an empire
fixed tactlessly on quicksand.
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
