Here’s a little word vomit poetry. As a new writer, I hope you enjoy this symbolism of personal growth . . .
Always trying to please the people. Giving them what they want to hear. What about me? Can you hear me? Can you see me? Was I always this invisible, or did I do it to myself? Hide myself, to protect myself. I don’t need to be heard anymore. I’ve got my own ears to hear.
Here’s my voice. Hate me. Love me. I care no more. My people pleasing days are over. I’m starting over. Ride with me. Cry with me. Stay behind. I’m striving to shine! When you’re ready, come by my side. Let it not be too late, unless you gonna hate. THAT. I won’t tolerate.
On your way out, remember to close the gate. The Lioness is about to wake. Take what resonates. Stay or escape. No time to contemplate. It’s time to e11evate. Don’t wait, let’s germinate.
Hear me. See me. Don’t believe me. That’s okay. It’s time to liberate myself from this darkness. My wait ends here.
I hope you enjoyed my very first published story on Medium. Feel free to send some constructive, kindhearted feedback. Always open to fresh perspective with respect. ❤
