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Difference is acoast.

The better you,

Your future self,

Is waiting, impatiently.

She begins to beg,

And beg and beg,

For change.

Though her voice is loud,

You somehow,

Some way,

Ignore it.

Yet their voices build,

Louder, and louder,

Stronger and stronger,

Until your hands explode away,

Your curled body livens,

And you long to be

What you knew

You’d always be.

#poem #poetry #you changed

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this year I will learn from my mistakes rather than torture myself

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And diddddd

I feel your burdens in my bones.

Every night I try to rip them out,

And in the morning I heal

With bags under my eyes,

The scars disappearing

Throughout the night

#poetry #poem #original poem #mother daughter relationship #generational trauma #trauma

Letting myself be cringe in peace saved me

#be cringe be free

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we have lived so many beautiful experiences together— it is exhausting to believe you are not the same person you were in those memories

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The best thing you can ever do for yourself is move on

#advice #healing #realization

You can only ever truly and whole heartedly depend on yourself without a doubt. And you should get used to that because you are your only guarantee

#food for thought

Tomorrow I will feel a different earth. The soil will be bare and fresh, the wind fierce yet gentle.

Tomorrow I will close my eyes, hear only the birds, and the grass blades crashing into each other.

Tomorrow I will run, and I will feel only the mist of the green, and the blue of the sky will wash me, clean me as I run.

Tomorrow I will be pure, and free. The worries of yesterday will stay behind me. I will not forget, but the sensations of the new day will paint over the past.

Tomorrow the scent of the wilting flowers will not be gone, but only overpowered by the bright scent of fresh magnolia.

Tomorrow will wait for me, but today the anticipation of the bare earth under my feet will bring me peace.

#poetry #poem #original poem #moving on #future #im scared #nature poem #nature poetry #earth

I want to leave. Lands as far as the eye can see are calling for me but I cannot answer.

Here I am, bounded to the earth and to the people around me by a chain of memories. How can you take such a terrifying step and free yourself when the trees you’ve planted together are begging and begging for you to stay?

I cannot leave. This chain is too long, too heavy and too rusted to be cut off, and I know I will be stuck to it forever.

And yet when I close my eyes, the floor beneath me feels new and bare, and I feel the coolness of the soft earth and its freeing. I can run, I can be wild and I can be free, and suddenly I’m running, sprinting, near galloping and the wind perfectly moves me and I can finally let go.

I forget about the trees we planted. The ones whose shadow was so large it darkened the day, the ones that were once rooted in goodwill, but the ones which now wither.

The echoes of the trees slowly have gotten quieter and quieter, the roots fall apart, the trunk cannot hold. But I don’t turn back.

The light of the new day motivates me. The smooth grass does not cling to my feet, it only pushes me.

As I sprint, the warmth gets stronger, and my entire body escapes the feeling of coldness. I am free. I am warm and I am free.

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It’s okay to have a boring day where you do nothing but sit around. It’s those days that you miss when you’re overwhelmed. Appreciate the little stuff or you’ll forget to appreciate entirely

#advice

you’re the product of everyone you’ve ever known, and what a self absorbed way to think you are the only one like you

#thoughts

It seems I’ve forgotten your face. I once could close my eyes and trace the spot of each wrinkle, each mole, each sign of life.

I wonder where you are now. I think of each bug that feasted on your flesh in the dirt. You gave life again. You continue to give, your body, a supper in the graveyard for all organisms there.

Isn’t it selfish to want to pull you out of there? They don’t know you like I do. The inside of your hand, permanently scarred from your brother scratching it. Did they know why those streaks of skin were there, how you got them?

They have you all to themselves now. In a matter of years you will become nothing but bones. No proof you were ever here. I wish I could pull you out of there before that happened to you.

Maybe I’m bothering you. I should let your body be fertilizer for the soil in peace. You did always like flowers, I recall you putting ice cubes in the pots of orchids. Did the freezing water ever do anything? All the orchids died. They left with you.

I guess it is selfish for me to not leave you alone. You now have other duties to perform. It is the cycle of life. I just wish it wasn’t so brutal to watch you give life again, to become something new, and to disintegrate.

#grief #death #I miss you #grieving #poem #poetry #writing #letter to you