Poem about my story

Photo by Sefora Castaldo on Unsplash

2 Minutes Daily Writing no. 19.

I have a story,
Which I try to tell.
It wasn’t always happy
It wasn’t always worthy
But it is mine.

I have wounds,
Secrets,
And I am self-conscious
Sometimes.

It is my story,
No matter what.
And in times
where I try to rediscover who I am
I found that sometimes
someone else is reading my story
and they don’t understand it.

They just read it,
Without being able to comprehend
the feelings,
the emotions
the wounds that have created
The people that it killed
the demons that it fought
The biggest enemy in the end
was always me.

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