Freedom within, the Power of Self Acceptance
I, however I was, however I’ve been
However, I am, is still..ME
US the phases I’ve had
The faces I’ve made…
Are still ME
As UGLY as I thought I was
As hideous as I sought myself out to be…
I was still her…the girl in my mirror
Her in any reflection
HER in everyone I’ve ever loved
She was me, and I was her
Hate her, love her
Bile rising at the sight of her
I was still her
Cradled up in the corner of my room
Words in my head, thoughts
And maybe actualities
Oh, how so lanky
How so slender those legs
How so mannish she was
Her and the calling of the void
Choice, necessity, all we were
To pick them or us
….
But you’ve always been
Breathtaking to me
Us as we are
Flawed as God’s own
Imperfect and corrupted
The human in us
The beauty in us
The acceptance
And the revelation
I was always me, and I’ll always be me
In love, dead or alive
I’m just, well…ME
