thank you,

Fall into it

The rage

Anger pulsing underneath my skin

The sadness

Ripping into my dreams, finding home in my failures

The procrastination

Telling me it’s alright to wait

Because none of those things are real

But we need something real don’t we?,

Because fear isn’t real so we build one fear into a thousand different monsters

But fear doesn't care if it’s real

Fear is a storyteller

Building castles out of broken glass

And painted portraits of the reflection of fun house mirrors

And for all of it I have nothing to say but thank you

For the motivation to see myself as something more

For giving me something to come back too, after the nights when I didn’t feel quite enough

Thank you pushing me

Thank you  

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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