She

In the moments when
She
Looked to the brilliant violet sky
Searching to find replacements
For the stars snatched from her eyes
And
Crushed in the center of a powerful
Palm
She;
Consistently hardening
In a world that denies her softness
Accusations of submissiveness
Torn between
Aggression and Servitude

She;
Earning space
Both invisible
and
Not invisble enough.
Sending love letters to
Soft hips
Soft stomachs
Softness

She;
Curling up in the comfort of
Quiet

She;
Shifting through thoughts too
Loud

She;
Trying to remember what it felt like to just
Be
She.

7 thoughts on “She

  1. honestabbysite says:

    I love this! I read your “About” page too and your story really stood out to me. Unfortunately, I suffer from depression as well a few other mental illnesses (which is what I created my blog for). I really love the idea of being able to reach out to so many people who can relate to us and help us on our journey’s.

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