black swan
i'll keep my armor black thanks
sometimes, i feel sad
sometimes, i feel lonely
sometimes, the black just never stops flowing.
which way is up
which way is down
which way makes it crumble to the ground?
i don't know who i am
i don't know where i'm going
i don't know if i can hold back these emotions that keep growing.
they poke and they prod
they creep and they crawl
they make me feel like getting in a brawl
listen to my heart
listen to my mind
listen to my words just one time.
acceptance is hard
acceptance is new
acceptance is pain and not something I wish for you.
i'll keep moving forward
i'll keep pushing on
i'll keep my armor black, just like a swan.
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Courtney Ann
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This was extremely powerful! Loved your poem. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Nice work. Acceptance can be challenging 😢 but is much needed to move forward. 💯