Who was I before?
Was I weak? Oh no.
But, I remember
Believing that I was
How wrong I was
How beautiful my heart
How did I not see?
That I was truly found
Fuck, I sold myself short
Shit. I had no idea
The beauty I held inside
The beauty I felt ashamed of
I forgive myself
For I am but lived experience
I needed to see my mirror
To accept even a piece of my greatness
How did I get so lost
In my perception
She was always me
I am always her
What a beautiful soul
Crumbled, yet whole.
What a powerful spirit
Authentic and vulnerable.
I love her dearly
Protect her, if you can.
Because beauty, riches and wisdom, she brings
To any man.
About the Creator
Hi, I'm Ayana.
Hi, I'm Ayana. I write poetry and prose. Usually with a spiritual/esoteric whisper ;). Tip!🌻💙
Well wishes and heavenly kisses,
Ayana
(Uh-ya-na)
IG: hi.im.ayana
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