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scratching in the sandbox
lately I’ve been spitting gravel from my mouth
trying to get all the gritty shit out
tired of the scratching in the passage
does its own special brand of damage
not that they’d know it clocking my face
nothing to see there
mask still firmly in place
that’s nothing unusual though
it’s what I do, ya know
{even if they ask they don’t really want to hear it
when the truth is ugly
they generally fear it}
so I keep it all tight under my hat
cuz once it gets loose
there’s no going back
but just lately I’ve become a little afraid
maybe there’s no fixing this
what if who I was is forever gone
and now I’m nameless
I’m gonna be brutally honest
to myself if no one else
I’m beginning to think
I lost all my softness
who will I be if can’t touch the beauty
what if I can’t stomach the new me
feeling adrift
and I hate it
Published 9th Sep 2023
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9th Sep 2023 1:36am
hello beautiful Willow I understand that feeling of losing oneself
but I think we must accept the changes in ourselves as they come
beautiful introspective write 💕
but I think we must accept the changes in ourselves as they come
beautiful introspective write 💕
15th Sep 2023 3:17pm
Thank you, Brenda. I'm not afraid of aging. Just struggling with the loss of my voice
18th Sep 2023 9:29pm
