If I had one wish,
I'd wish for better confidence.
I'd wish to be
discovered as a poet,
or maybe that I'd be
an apprentice of dance,
an aspiring actress,
a second away from her big break,
a pretty girl,
one without millions of insecurities,
someone who is loved,
(aye, but why would I be?),
a girl who didn't feel lonely,
like the way I feel now,
maybe I'd wish to be a girl whose
thoughts didn't tug her every which way
in an endless game of tug of war to
distract her and pull her in multiple directions at once.
Perhaps I'd wish to be
less of a coward,
wish to step out of my shell
and let the world see me,
let my apparent charm seep through,
let my adorkableness shine...
who am I kidding, a wish!
But I already know...
If I actually had one wish,
I'd wish something selfless, like
wishing that the world would
instantly become a way better place,
even if it meant tearing me down
or taking my spirit and planting it
like a seed into the earth to fulfill
my wish, my one and only wish.
Because,
to put it simply,
what does it matter
if I, one fragment of
the universe,
have to go to help better
so many others?
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Body {Prose Vol. 1}✔
Poetry❝A struggle with body image is a study of physicalities and of the mind itself, for the mind plays with what the eyes perceive. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my...
