All of this time
Through sweat soaked nightmares
And shivering daylight blur
I’m pitiful and cry and wonder why
I’m broken, cracked and crumbling
Pieces of me shedding and molting
Ugly, bare, crooked and revolting
Is it possible that this is meant to be
A new and hopeful reality
This sloughing off of the old me
Is simply and painfully
A metamorphosis
I am sewn and glued and screwed
Perfectly imperfect
A creation of a novel view
Just enough
To allow the sun to shine through
The cracks in my foundation
And dry up my nights
And warm up my days
All of this time
A Wise Woman Writes 
I adore this poem so much I had to reblog it. I just love your header image and blog name too. Stunning!! ❤
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Thank you so much, very kind words ❤
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Reblogged this on Emerging From The Dark Night and commented:
Just had to reblog this. It’s so powerful. ❤
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Wow! Thank you so much ❤
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Reblogged this on living in stigma.
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This is so well-written, congrats. Reblogged.
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Thank you!
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Stunning. I relate to this so much. It’s like you wrote it for me 😊
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Remember I told you that our conversation inspired me to write a post? That prompted these words to come into my mind. It’s about and to all of us ❤
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I love this one, so beautifully written. x
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Thank you 🙂
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