I am grateful for my life. All of it.
The things that made me the person I am today.
All of them.
The good.
The bad.
The worst.
I survived.
I look back and, in the end, I am grateful.
I have learned so much.
I must admit there are times when I wish I didn’t have to learn so many things.
But I did. And here I stand.
Me.
All of me.
The scars. The smiles. The left dimple, always more noticeable than the right one.
Me.
I can only be me.
I have tried to be so many different people.
But I can’t, no matter how hard I try.
It’s just too exhausting.
Enough with the masks.
Me.
I can only be me.
I can only be.
About the Creator
GB Rogut
Jack of all trades, mistress of poetry. Mexicana. Bi. Autistic. She/Her. You can support me on Patreon https://www.patreon.com/musingabout or visit my tree https://linktr.ee/GbRogut
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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