When I say I am working on the new book, I mean it. Today, I offer proof! I wrote something new, and I am going to share this one with all of you now. I know, I know. I can’t share every poem, or there will be no reason to make the new book at all. Most of what I have been writing is being saved, but this one gave me a joy that I felt must be shared right away. It is for anyone who has ever felt like their true self had to be hidden away. I speak from experience, hiding who you are is torture and will eventually blow up in your face. Be yourself, whether society approves or not. With that being said, please enjoy my latest creation:
My reflection is a stranger,
Born of the expectations of others.
Who is this girl before me?
I shudder as outside voices chastise,
Shaping my existence with their assumptions.
Sudden awareness washes over me,
Drowning me in a tidal wave of shame.
How could I have forsaken her so easily?
Her furious cries assault my ears.
Are they far away, or deep within?
The lies taste like ashes on my tongue.
My body is bruised beneath the weight of regret.
I breathe in my loss, and exhale her rage.
I feel the broken shards of my soul reconnecting,
Like a mirror shattering in reverse.
Staring into my own eyes,
I let the darkness within me rise again.
A devilish grin betrays my lips,
While the world’s expectations fall away,
And the wicked queen emerges at last.
I’m back, baby.
©2023 by Twisted Libra
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