I heaved a sigh of relief,spent
From hours,minutes thousands tens
Hunched on my parched back bare
Lugged,a boxful of leaden weight
Of those bars and sacks of false loot
Treasures I had mistakenly understood:
Of fears,loathe and a shy little girl
Hidden
I spied the leaden chest and its inhabitants
Fondly with familiar caress,ever so tenderly.
Gingerly I bade each bar of fear,insecurity
Anger,pain,despair and anxiety
With a passionate wry goodbye
The little girl who watches others run
With excited unison into the sun
Behind blinds of forbidden wonder
Hidden
Fare thee well my little doppelganger
I have loved you too little,nevermore.
As time and hope has bought me thus
So shall I take my leave and let you be
The mirror shines,as doth that sterling sun
Bright bright light.
Lydia,a name mouthed by speech
Where speech was lost and annulled
Desert rose,ashen weed once
Hidden,no more.
Notes* This is a poem that is dedicated to myself. Self love is something that most people forget they need. Why do u think there is such a thick section for self help books? And yet I do exceedingly well at convincing others about their positive traits. I now know,it's hypocritical and not humility if I don't achieve equilibrium within myself. Whenever anyone says anything good to me, I laugh it off and cleverly dodge it with a collected modesty. This is because I had a warped sense of belief that believing u're good meant pride,which is the fall of man. But I didn't understand that faith,hope,belief,happiness and all those great things we associate success with comes to those who believe they deserve it.
So,to me. For me,from me.
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