I'm pushing myself to be more comfortable with my own skin. I feel that I can be very self conscious about what I look like. I think i have created an image in my mind of who I am that is misaligned with who I really am. I'm trying to have less of a mask. I'm wanting love myself more by embracing my percieved flaws no matter how uncomfortable or embarrassing that may be. Most people are curious not judging. If they are judging you, what ground do they really have?
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Midas hands on my temple my mind is made of gold.
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Gold is malleable. A precious metal that appreciates the more time and energy you put into refining it. Lustrous in its ability to reveal who people are, it holds its value. This is how I am choosing be. Choosing to see. Potential. Not hindered by a limiting belief, I can be whoever I want to be. Midas hands on my temple my mind is made of gold. Look deep into my thinking, and let go of what you hold.
Your existence is gone.
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The disparity lies in what I feel and what you think I feel when I leave you behind. I don't hold anything over you. You drift away and the sky is blue. When I leave, I leave in my entirety. Completely displaced. Wholly new. A lonesome stranger you never knew. To be familiar is to be familiar with everything that had hurt me. It is all to say, that in my inner world, your existence is gone.
A poem for the Sun.
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The sun feels nice on your skin when your bones feel like ice from everyday dread. The sun feels nice on your skin when your body is depraved of heat. The sun feels nice on your skin when your spirit lacks warmth. The air has body when the sun is out. Body against your skin—its been a long time since you felt good. Intimate. It feels close when she kisses you. It bring you life. She holds you where it hurts, and you suddenly feel better.