Can You Hear Me?

We are none of us complete. Fragments gathered by trial and error, runes burnt into parchment of experience. We are flawed and beautiful. That you recognize and capture that truth here so beautifully is a testament to your strength and patience, Sweet one   :-)

...Willow

Willow 😢❤😘

Blessed be to that. Unto thy own self be true.

Feeling , reeling , dealing with the experience of life ,

the strife , the knife that cuts , but leaves you alive ,

trying without trying to be the me that you are ,

been in that where and when with all the scars ,

and you wear them , raw and real , proud and firm ,

Declaring you as you , for without oneself , just

who is left to learn , to burn , their words unto

the page with one's determination , and one's quiet rage...;)

And This Is What I Heard , Under Your Words...

( if it does not serve , ignore it )

Well penned and posted...and I love your use of parchment...

I have as well used in online , and in real life !

Best to you , Sweet Purgatory !

I always feel unfinished, incomplete. For the longest time I felt I deserved no better than that.  Finally realizing that how I felt and who I was, was enough, changed me so much.  Here is to being completely alright with being an unfinished poem.

Thank you for the write.

Thank you for that glimpse of you in your comment. I appreciate your thoughts. And yes, always a work in progress and happy with the now xo