I'm from a utopia painted in my mind,
where I can fight my demons
and have endless power and control.
From childhood notebooks that I still scribble in,
and the stories that I create on a rainy Sunday,
filling the dreary day with hope.
I'm from the pages of fantasy that I stay up to read,
wrapping my mind
with mystery and fear.
I'm from the memories spent with friends,
rambling about the times
that made us smile.
I'm from the cluttered mess in my bedroom
of mountains of dark clothes
and ripped jeans.
From the smudges of foundation
on my desk's marble surface,
and the secrets stashed in small corners.
I'm from the knowledge of imperfection,
and the uniqueness that flows through my veins.
From the choices that I've made,
to the failures that I've surpassed
that have shaped me these past seventeen years,
making me proud to say that this is where I'm from.
12.3.2023
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pieces of me: poems
PoetryTo the girl twenty-four hours ago, crying into her pillow and questioning what comes next, you'll be okay. "pieces of me" is a collection of thoughts that make up who I am, inspired by either fictional or real emotions and experiences. Through poetr...
