I am Only Myself

February 19, 2015

looking through the lense

like peering through the trees

there will always be things

that go unseen

I let my hair fall however it may

in front of my eyes, cascading down my back in untamed waves

small streams of sunlight making their way through the canopy

sometimes lightly tinging my hair in gold before casting me back into the shadows

running wild through the lush green of the forest giggling and yelling into the silence

my white dress being caught and torn by every branch I pass

yet I do not slow, I will not hesitate

long and hard until I am forced to stand huffingly and puffingly

out of breath, bent over laughing, clutching at my sides as I cry

allowing myself to feel

breathless as I am surrounded by what is the essence of what should be

this paradise where I am Only myself

looking closer you can see the scars like freckles across my skin

a struggle from which I am forever stained, where I've picked at every imperfection

every blemish became a scab and every scab a scar

every pound I gained another stripe

there's not a hair in place as I sit on the mossy earth in my torn white dress

I am not flawless, I am no model

I am no where near perfection

but upon reflection

I am only Myself

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