In My Truth
Shedding the weight of reflected trauma
By Paola CrocomoPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Valentina Dominguez on Unsplash
It's not about finding words to define
Or theories to explain what's mine
It's when I opened up and allowed
Myself to accept what life’s endowed
That's when I truly began to exist
Without the weight of judgment's twist
Or the gaze of prejudice, sharp and cold
When misunderstanding makes them fold
Uncomfortable, they project on me
A reflection they refuse to see.
About the Creator
Paola Crocomo
Currently on my postdoc, I've been studying Chemistry over 13 years, but the only thing that kept me going was journaling my feelings, writing poems and drawing on my notebooks. Now, I finally decide to share a bit here. Hope you enjoy :)
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