Phantom Pregnancy

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Wanting to birth destiny. But contraction full of nothing but destruction. Destruction that takes over your inner man. That takes over your mind; your heart. It's time to give birth. Give birth to the stress, the fear, and heartache that has held you captive for years. Give birth to the loneliness you believed only you felt and no one else noticed. No one seems to realize that you are a blink of an eye away from drowning in your own sorrows. The sorrows of every painful thought, word, and ache you have.

It’s coming time to push. Push out the guilt you carry wrapped around with the silky warmness of pain. Beautiful eyes the color of destruction. The soft touch of impurity and sin. Sun kissed skin the color of heartache. The beloved fresh scent of darkness hovering over you. The personal rain cloud that only seems to soak you. Phantom pregnancy get rid of all the hindrance its time to birth a new you.

This poem is about: 
Me

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