People have began to notice,
It feels me with such pride.
Insecurities still exist,
They can’t be brushed aside.
I am able to stand tall,
To show I’m feeling happy.
A true sense of being ok,
What will be will be.
Coping mechanisms I use,
Making me feel better
Talking helps me through,
Also writing it in a letter.
Counselling has helped me find,
What I truly store in me.
Now I’m trying to show others,
I’m setting myself and them free.
Pressure seems less daunting,
A more manageable degree,
A ghost of what I want lingers,
Memories that still haunti me.
I’m better than I used to be,
Stronger now deep inside,
Yet I wish I could heal all wounds,
Take back all the tears I’ve cried.
By Sam Luxton
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