Peace. Purity. Purpose. Consciousness.
Remember this child.
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She’s so perfect. An angel. Look at her.
Don’t do that. Sit there. Be quiet. Perfection. No exception.
Anger. Fury. Fear.
Don’t you love me?
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My divinity, my worth, my essence strangled.
Under a blanket of loveless imagery. Loveless intimacy.
Why am I here?
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I see things. I feel things. I know things.
They scare me now I am alone.
But they are my truth.
Why can’t you see?
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I drown myself. No one will notice. I hide from the biggest force I can; me.
Mastermind of the game. Unaware I am playing.
Who am I?
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Rise for air. I see my light. Follow that.
You do remember. Breathe in.
You believe in what?
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Dive in. Burrow to the depths of deception, exploitation, manipulation.
Be the hand of the pawn and the queen at your peril.
The power. The pain.
Who have I become?
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A breakdown. A breakthrough. Treasured moments of darkness rise up to shine their light.
A glimmer, a sparkle of truth.
The answer lies within.
What was it I treasured so?
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A book written at eight, a poem at late.
Uncage yourself. Quickly. Write. Start anew.
Get busy. So much to do.
Reflect, understand, accept, grow.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Stop!
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Exhaustion.
Where did all this pain come from?
Seething anger chances profound joy.
Keep on writing. Be still.
And smile. Don’t forget to smile.
Plateaued pause.
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Green guarded forest echoes the enchanted winds.
Brilliant blue butterfly dances its own dance.
Whitewashed waves crash from a dolphin’s playground.
How did I not see?
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Kaleidoscope eyes open my new heart.
I walk in ruby red shoes. They are magical and open doorways.
The game plays on with sweet descent.
As the hourglass tips, I smile.
I woke up.
About the Creator
Hayley Barkla
I struggle with labels.
I love new discoveries.
I’m ‘meh’ about mainstream.
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