Very powerful poetry. I identify with the struggle against bitterness resulting of poor treatment from men I mistook their attention for love.
As I drag my invisible shackles around.
Mentally imprisoned by my toxic thoughts.
When we reach a place like this:
I believe scars tell the best version of who I am.
We come to a deeper level of ourselves. I learned a new sense of self awareness which came as a gift once veiled in self accusations.
Well written.
Oddly, it doesn't matter where you are in the universe if it's happening to you, there's a probability it has happened to another completely different soul somewhere. We are linked through what we go through and our feelings towards it all. Thank you for coming by :)
Yes, I love how I can enter into the intimate discourse of another by their shared experience. You have an amazing ability to communicate your experiences. hugs!
Too humbled! Yes hugs :)