u/JustPaolaWriting

It hurts in the soul, in the part of me that lost all strength and all the power to express myself freely.

It hurts in all the versions of myself that wanted and still want to dance but remain paralyzed.

It hurts in the body, the one that gave signals, the one that cried and screamed through all those years and was ignored. Ignored to accomplish all those other things, those things that truly mattered, those things that would get me admiration and applause.

It hurts in my right arm and my right wrist as I write these words.

It hurts in my conscience, in my mind, the one that made all the decisions for all of us, following false gods, destroying us along the way.

It hurts to see them, all of them, there in my story, sad, alone, afraid.

It hurts to take them into my arms, to hold them close, to understand them; it hurts to accept that they were all me, that I was all of them, those who chose everything except loving and respecting myself.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/eUVqDz1Kuq

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/IFNe3ImXDu

Thanks for reading.