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I am plain, odd, drab and shy
I see you stare at me and wonder why
Wondering how I came to be
I may not be like you. but someday I'll be free
"Have patience," I hear so quiet in my ear
I am judged to be ugly inside by what they see from without
Harsh words cause me to believe and in myself have certain doubt
Darkness invades my world, oh how I feel the heaviness of life
I wrap protection tightly around myself to deflect strife
"Have faith" I hear once again
I close my eyes and look into my soul for that special spark
Deeper, deeper still into that quiet dark
I open myself and release the things holding me down
I strain to be free, to no longer be bound
"Believe in yourself" the voice sounds much stronger
I will succeed, I will live
I will not let others limit me anymore, I will survive
I believe I can break free, and not listen to their lie
I was, I am, I will always be beautiful... I am a butterfly
Kim J. "Lamberth" Schirmer
9/28/2016
I see you stare at me and wonder why
Wondering how I came to be
I may not be like you. but someday I'll be free
"Have patience," I hear so quiet in my ear
I am judged to be ugly inside by what they see from without
Harsh words cause me to believe and in myself have certain doubt
Darkness invades my world, oh how I feel the heaviness of life
I wrap protection tightly around myself to deflect strife
"Have faith" I hear once again
I close my eyes and look into my soul for that special spark
Deeper, deeper still into that quiet dark
I open myself and release the things holding me down
I strain to be free, to no longer be bound
"Believe in yourself" the voice sounds much stronger
I will succeed, I will live
I will not let others limit me anymore, I will survive
I believe I can break free, and not listen to their lie
I was, I am, I will always be beautiful... I am a butterfly
Kim J. "Lamberth" Schirmer
9/28/2016
Literature
Pulling My Thread
Lifting at corners edge,
coming undone at my seam.
All that I thought I knew,
now I don't know what it means.
I contemplate the fraying,
the shadow I cast is all torn.
This body I wear has grown heavy,
my soul is a tangle and worn.
Breathing becomes a point of focus,
Taking each gasp timed in sighs,
Lungs full of tears now drowning.
Whispers replace all my cries.
Literature
To be honest
This pain is like dumping water into empty lungs and trying to have faith that it is air.
Painting the Mona Lisa in the dark, blindfolded, seems more feasible.
This mind shakes at the soft, pattering quiet that whispers nothing is worth being happy: rears its head on the best days.
"Hopeless"
is the
vicious
heartbeat mantra
-tied to my translucent pulse.
Choking on droplets and begging the water to birth oxygen.
Slowly drowning, praying the whole damn ocean will swallow me
if it's not going to let go.
Literature
Unwanted Attachment
I may not love you
The way that I should
But at least I understand that
Even in my dreams
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