Unification of pieces.
Bound by time and space
Stitch the cracks and understand the capacity for "whole" existence.
Fully feeling.
Fully knowing.
Accountable for who I am and for that I continue to change.
No longer a slave to my emotions.
I pull back the veil of vain existence.
For it is futile and abhorrent.
in its nature.
In its mannerisms.
For the truth has set me free and expression comes with dignity.
I will not fold to falsehoods that threaten my existence.
lacking sustenance.
I empower myself to be as responsible as I can be.
No longer afraid.
For the pieces hold no more shame.
The past can’t haunt me.
For it doesn’t define my capacity for change.
I refuse to stay the same.
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Briana Mae
Writing to me is akin to pouring out your soul, all with a goal to understand and process the world more coherently. Writing is a passion, a cope, and a way of communicating ideas. It's one of the most under appreciated forms of art we have
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