I feel so ugly from all the pain
I feel unlovable from the weight I’ve gained,
I feel ashamed from all the abuse
From being lied to, about and used
Discarded, unwanted, left to die,
I feel so little of me left inside
My spark has gone, I’m tired of life
Of the struggle, the torment, the fear, the strife,
Of walking alone, my needs unmet,
Struggling to love myself, feeling dirty, unkempt
All I wanted was kindness and love,
But if I can’t give it to myself
Then what am I worth?
My darkest thoughts would take me away,
To not have to endure yet another day,
Of sickness, of loneliness, of pain, of despair
I held onto a love, that wasn’t really there,
A fantasy, or delusion, it kept me alive,
But without it I ask myself, what’s the point? Why?
But if I dig deeper, past the hurt and the pain,
A glimmer of hope, to live life again,
To find my joy, in the smallest of things,
To greet each morning with thanks, is where I’ll begin,
Build up my moments where I can appreciate
Find things to love instead of focused on hate,
Validate my feelings, accept who I am,
Surrender to love and my divine plan,
Maybe I’ll find love when I let it find me,
Open to the unexpected, embrace the mystery,
Allow myself to grieve, for this too shall pass
And maybe, just maybe, I’ll know love at last.
~ Rebecca Huggins ©️ 2023
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