A day without
That voice
Whispering
Screaming
Not enough
Too much
Do better
Than your best
An hour without
Catching a glimpse
Of Myself
In a reflection
The dark circles
The deep lines
Worn down
Ragged
Too much indulgence
Too much static
Without balance
A minute of not
Wondering
Why am I defective
Why I cannot
Turn off
The days, hours, minutes
Of
Self
Destruction
Self
Disappointment
Self
I'd never
To another
How rare
To perhaps
Love myself
Respect myself
Let grace flow
Through my veins
Carry in my blood
The women
Who came before
Erase the darkness
Fill the lines
Fill every
Day
Hour
Minute
Win the battle
Know I stand
Know I rise
Against
The voice
The depth
Of who
I should be
Of who
I could be
If only
In the rare
Moments of
GRACE
MERCY
Self love
Self preservation
A reflection
of them
And not
Who I tell myself
I am
I am not
Diseased
I am not
Defective
I am not
Broken
I am not
What the voice
Would have me believe
I am rare
Because I know
That underneath
I can
Silence
In resilience
If only
That voice
Wasn't so damn loud
Whispering
Screaming
About the Creator
Allie
I have been blocked by 26 letters. Years upon years, I have attempted to write and only drips and scribbles come out. Maybe a poem or two. A heartfelt letter. Joining Vocal to see if I can overcome the block.
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