Poetry For All discussion

i have a few have an air of faith or hope in the future <3

There is a pain
To peeling back layers
But also a beauty
Raw, pink skin
Screams of something removed
Yet
Sings of something new
Something unmarked by the past
Something holy

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How could i ever look
at myself
and announce
‘She is not enough’
Who else would i dare
Speak to in such a way

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The truth is
They do not know what to do with such goodness

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My biggest fear
Is not that i am not enough
It is
That i am much more
Too much
For them to carry
And so i am never held
But why should that be my fear
When that is their fault
Not mine?

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I can see
The woman i will one day be
And i am excited

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‘Dont take this the wrong way,
But this has been good for you’
How could i take that a ‘wrong way’?
It is the best news
I have heard
Since she said goodbye

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I just want you to know
That I burned us
In that miniature sink
Hidden in the basement

The entire bathroom smelled of smoke
Never have ashes felt so soft and relieving
I’ll remember that exact gray
For the rest of my life

I didn’t expect it to hurt so little
The smoke was the only reason for my tears
I thought I would ache and burn
Just like that old polaroid

I am no longer chained
I no longer need you to be complete
I am no longer grieving
I no longer need you to feel whole

Perhaps you don’t care
Perhaps you never think of me
But once, you consumed me
And now, you are gone

Hope

What spirit still burns free?
When even fire can be tamed?
Sometimes it is brave to turn and flee,
What is lost can be reclaimed

To the bird whose song was stolen,
There is no dawn without your voice,
What else can soothe the hearts of men,
You must find your own cause to rejoice

To the fly caught in the spider’s web,
Sometimes the beast in our mind is the fiercest,
I know that your strength has begun to ebb,
But hope is your sword in the fight for your existence

~ Hope, What Lies Beyond & Other Poetry by Natalie Miller