Tag Archives: self-respect

Who She’d Be

They told her she’d never be good enough, that her worthiness qualified her for nothing. They judged, seeing her like the world, through their hatred, insisting in whispers, she was less than human. Who would she be, if being her … Continue reading

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River of Truth, Bridge of Lies

She closed her eyes, closed her senses. It was too late, too late to un-hear the tension where tension oughtn’t have been. His rigid smile strained to build a bridge, to span the truth with fabrication, her heart wanting to … Continue reading

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Taking Back Her Life

Incorporated serpent holding her tight, whispering desire, profiting, exploiting, monetizing her life, her mind. She was a falcon flying free, caught in a serpent’s coils, wrung as was wrung the land, the river she followed running dry. She screeched, bit … Continue reading

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The Sound of Her Life

Who was she without life, purpose, or her identity? The sense of self she’d fought so hard to find they wanted to bury. Breathe, she’d breathe, she’d let the haters fade away, she’d remember all she’d done, all she had, … Continue reading

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Looking

He looked at her seeing someone else, someone ideal, someone she couldn’t be. He depended on her, someone to be useful, someone who’d wait when he was with someone else. He looked for her, but she wasn’t there, she’d looked … Continue reading

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Breathing Life

Branded with shame  for living her truth. Scorned. Threatened. Driven to bleeding her life so as to remember she was alive. Was living breathing, or was living having a life worth breathing for? Better to run into the storm and … Continue reading

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When the Past Steals

She languished in the past so long present became past, stealing opportunities while she looked back, blind to the growth she lacked. Clarity came, it was a late night hour, a moment, the moment, she resolved to move beyond cruel … Continue reading

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