How do I pour my heart out to you?
How do I share my deepest secrets?
When I am crying out my Longing
to Be
Seen
Heard
The Whispers get louder, a Roar — Is that Me?
So many memories; some are Haunting, and some smell like the Sugar of a Candy Cane
How do I find my voice, which is dripping with blood and remorse,
When I am silent and muted,
And strangle myself with loathing
I looked and was Blind, no Light or Dark,
Confusion and despair, spiraling and spiraling
The Knowing of Nothingness,
It Just Is
With that, I show myself
My Bare Skin
Raw
Radiantly Exposed
I Am Here
About the Creator
Ute Luppertz ✨
Seeker of Mysteries - Poet - Animal Lover - Wisdom Keeper 🌿
https://uteluppertz.substack.com/
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