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.
Fairly Grounded 