faithful living

Working on my story

Character development through poetry. This girl was hurting. So much pain, tied to a ghost in the past. I love writing.

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All this time,

I thought it was you.

My heart

My feelings

In your hands

Leaving me wondering.

Did you ever really care?

I realize now

The answer is inconsequential

a “yes”

a “no”

The result is the same

I allow your thoughts to define my soul.

Aren’t I worth more than that?

All this time,

I thought it was you.

But it wasn’t really.

It was a quest for validation.

It was a way for my weary heart to feel I somehow mattered.

My low self-esteem wrapped up with a nice big bow.

Giving you a power over me

That you never really deserved.

All this time, I thought it was you.

For years I lie wounded, wondering why I was never enough to draw your attention.

How many times did I cry over you?

No more.

I am taking back that part of my heart.

It is time to be whole.

Your power relinquished.

The pedestal shattered.

I’m free.

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