Brave

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic


 

On days like these,
the easiest thing to do would be
finding an escape
to free myself from this seemingly endless,
relentless cycle of suffering,
from this place that never felt like home,
but deep down I know,
the bravest thing I can do today
is sit with the pain right now,
and allow it stay for as long as it needs to
until its ready to leave,
after teaching me what it tried to show me all along.
And I owe myself and the Truth an apology
for all the times I wasn’t able to see it.
The girl I believed myself to be,
the one I created to protect me,
the role I played in life,
the person I thought I should act like,
was built upon a well-intended lie
that I made excuses for. 
Her so-called identity
was nothing more than a mask,
that decorated her sadness with distractions
but never brought any peace or satisfaction
until the pain grew so unbearable
and became so so heavy that she could no longer carry it.
And there was beauty in that moment,
when it brought her to her knees,
desperate and week for a remedy.
Little did she know
the cure for the agony was in the wounds she was burying,
and all she had to do was feel it and allow it be.
The strongest choice she ever made was setting it free.
Vindicated finally.


Submitted: May 05, 2020

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hullabaloo22

Very well written, quite painful to read in parts. Excellent work!

Tue, May 5th, 2020 6:53pm

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Thank you so much!

Tue, May 5th, 2020 12:22pm

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