Broken Glass
Passionate, or perhaps just a bitch
Full of broken glass and fire
Opinionated, vocal, unrelenting
A sprinkling of sex for flavor
A fiction, touching on truths
That I didn't mean to disclose
Passionate, or perhaps just a bitch
Full of broken glass and fire
Opinionated, vocal, unrelenting
A sprinkling of sex for flavor
A fiction, touching on truths
That I didn't mean to disclose
In which the strange and unusual continues and Dio gets a little weirded out.
I remember my younger self
Knowing that I could never be enough
Perpetually dissatisfied, despairing
My unworthiness writ in every failure.
To she who struggled with despair
Who sought unattainable perfection
Trapped in a cycle of self-hatred
Looking for peace that would never arrive:
Listen
You have ALWAYS been enough
And you ARE worthy of love
Perhaps if I tell you then
Someday, I'll believe me too.
This is non-fiction personal musing, nothing super exciting. If you want to wait for me to write fun fictional things then perhaps this is not the entry for you. Nothing sus, but there are mentions of weird occurrences that may not appeal to people firmly rooted in the rational.
Evils once contained
Have broken free of their prison
And fascism, cruelty
Are ascendant, have risen
In mythology, heroes
Kept their darkness at bay
But reality's crueler
Complacency created these days
“Take a day or two to feel sorry for yourself when the worst happens, and then… figure out how you are going to win.”
That is my advice to myself in most things. Sometimes life goes off the rails and everything sucks and the temptation to just throw up my hands and surrender is tempting. But I mean, I’ve never learned how to give up, not really, and my sliiiiight stubborn streak refuses to allow me to quit. So yeah, maybe stuff sucks at the moment and maybe I’m having to work out a plan. But… there is good in this to be had, you know?
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