When I had to pick you or me
I finally said “me”
And it felt like stepping back into my body
It was no longer a tray that served you
The welcome mat you got used to
It was my skin and my home
My mind was no longer my prisoner
You can offer it all
I won’t be impressed
The flowers, the gifts, the attention
I had to beg for are no longer
A strong currency
When you ask for something one to many times
It loses all value
Your efforts are in vain
I finally learned to be loyal to myself
You can get your copy of my first novel on Amazon: Little Rebellion
Poetry Books: Identity Crisis, Rehab
One little public announcement:
The Poetry Bar is open again so you can submit your poetry, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram/TikTok account to the email poetrybar1@gmail.com and then it will be shared for the Bar to read.
Good choice!
Six months after the death of my life and I’m not in any hurry to let anyone else back into my life.
your skin
is a win win
self love
and no more
pushes or shoves
from bullies!