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I once called my reflection a stranger,
Unworthy of light.
With loathing, I carved my silence.
But even in darkness,
I whispered for light.
Vowing I’ll stand,
No matter the fight.
My lines remain,
But I rise.
I am not a wound.
I'm in love with the person I’ve become.
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Emmie Falbo
Just living my life one chapter at a time! Inspired by the world with the intention to give it right back. I love creating realms from my imagination for others to interpret in their own way! When I am not here, you can find me reading♡
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Comments (4)
Oh yeah🙌🏽 I’m so here for the self love
This was extremely powerful and uplifting! Loved your poem!
Rock on! Self-love isn't easy to cultivate, IMO. But it's like a muscle. The more you use it, the easier it gets. I subscribed to you. Nice to meet you. My name is Bill (or Bolt.) ⚡💙⚡
It is so special if you can have self reflection and still love the person you have become. Beautifully written!!