Pieces of Me

Pieces of me
Still trying to be created
In all this uncertainty
Few things
I know to be true
That I love hard
That I cry easy
That I feel a whole hell of a lot
That I get passionate
That I get angry
That I get defensive
My wall are always up
That music is my solace
That I yearn to be felt, heard, and seen
That I am a constant work-in-progress
That I am still learning how to love myself
That I still love people who have hurt me
That I wish them happiness
I am learning to unlearn all the ways
That I have needed to protect myself
In the most toxic ways
That I am imperfect
And that everyone else is too
Perfection is unachievable
That I am human
That I can be better
While still being horrible
That I often don’t believe in myself
And am still reconciling the person I used to be
The person I am
And the person I want to be
That I can now recognize the person
I see in the mirror
That I wrestle with myself on what to do with my life
And how I want to change it
That I want to make a difference
I just don’t quite know how
That sometimes it feels like I can’t breathe
That I am drowning
And then the feeling leaves
That I am still in the process
Of creation.
-July 20tb, 2020 @ 5:35 pm