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I swear I was born under a dark star, a curse, a bad storm or something ugly from afar. It's like it jumped out at me and said, "there you are!"
It's shadow crept beside me, year by year. A constant companion through joy and tears, many times it magnified all my fears.
My parents died and left me all alone when I was just a child not yet fully grown. Their absence was a chasm wide and cold but did the dark star claim them, or was I it's true hold?"
I've lived through heartache and loss much more than three times a charm. People often hurt me and put me in harm so when they'd approached me I'd sound the alarm.
I fell in love with people who lied, only to vanish away, they did hide, wrecking my dignity and my pride until I began hating myself inside.
I built up new armor, hard steel through and through, but since I am a chicken heart I left a crack in case I met the one who was true.
I am growing stronger now, a new year coming upon us I will stand tall and in myself I will trust. I will mark this day as a beginning. A new astrology of self-love and strength in a world where I am winning.
I rose from shadows of a hard long and painful night, forged in heartache's fire emerging stronger, my spirit's deepest desire to be and do what is right. Forever victorious, my soul now takes flight.
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Thanks for reading and Happy Thanksgiving!! - Sam
About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me


Comments (3)
Whoaaaa, this was sooooo powerful!
Gorgeous metaphor, lovely words.
Powerful writing! Happy Thanksgiving to you as well!