This is Me
The sharpest of words cut through me
Like a knife, rendering me helpless
And broken.
In pieces I sought someone to love
Someone who knew me inside and out
Someone who listened.
As time went on
I began to see the beauty
in myself and finally realized
that no matter what was said
Or done to me, it could no
longer hurt me.
In the mirror I still
see the flaws, but I have
accepted all that I am.
I am glad that I am
The way that I am.
I am beautiful, strong, and enough.
I am me.
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