A poem for myself.
A poem for myself. divorce stories
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georgialockard
georgialockard Just a poet, nothing special.
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Constricted. Like the ring

A poem for myself.

Constricted.

Like the ring on my finger,

hard to breathe.

Like the marriage.

Like the life.

Like the expectations to be

someone,

anyone,

but myself.

Restricted.

Like the child watching friends play from afar.

Waiting.

Hoping.

Wanting,

to be free,

to be seen,

to be Loved.

Conflicted.

With this way's

and that

his

and hers

up

and down,

all around.

The end is as blurry

as the beginning.

Hearts torn

souls split

a life shattered.

For what?

For peace of mind,

for ego,

for pride,

for jealousy,

for

what?

For me.

Myself.

My soul.

My life.

My heart.

Because,

I am whole.

I am Loved.

I am everything

I need

in life.

I am God,

and so are you.

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