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Young girls make me cry inside.
Lost, exposed, no sense of pride.
Self-worth:
A concept stolen,
Rewritten,
Appropriated.
Paths ending in traps–
Beauty, brains,
Tiny cages
Straight-edged boxes,
No dimensions,
Just one option:
Lesser evils.
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Last week we talked
About core beliefs.
I cried so much I couldn’t speak.
Struck too close to home.
Ghosts of past haunt me,
Still control me,
Still strike me down,
Still push me back
As I struggle to move on,
Go forward,
Progress.
You taught me it makes sense,
It’s understandable
Why these fears
Loom so large in my life.
Childhood taught me
Abandonment is just around the corner
Waiting to snatch you
From the safety
You possess,
You fight so hard to cling to.
I just need to know
Does understanding lead
To overcoming?
Or am I doomed?
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Last night
I uncovered the past,
Sifted through
Letters,
Photos,
Our former lives.
Families disappear
Like butterflies
Fleeing a cocoon
Transform.
Friendships endure,
Others form a wasteland,
Stirring emotions,
Volcanoes that lay dormant:
Willful amnesia.
I recognize the sadness in my eyes,
The momentary happiness
So fleeting.
My arms around your neck,
Loving embrace
Quickly turns to dust,
Morphs into hate.
The past,
I tightly seal
A Rubbermaid bin
To keep the pain
Contained.
Unlearning the Fear 