Drumming, I hear it! Who on earth would be drumming at three in the morning? Humming, now they are humming. What next! Why do I always have to wake up at this time. And how is it that’s something weird usually happens. Every night and I’m still amazed. I guess I just hope for one night of actual peace. Ouch! Why don’t adults have fancy night lights. What the, but how? I’m in the living room but how? And why is the door open.
Okay.. I’m going to see who these people are. As I pushed tbat old white door. All I could hear now was the fast thumps of my heart beat. Hu, no one is outside, not a soul and definitely no human. I swear I heard drumming, marching and singing. As if it where some low toned gregorian chant. Ever since I did that thing. Nights have gotten way worse.
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Reoccurring thoughts playing in my head. Broken records suddenly being pieced together. One by one with the dollar store hot glue. Hoping that at least they can look good. Can I just be honest? May I be myself. That genuine, raw, bare, naked and blunt self. Can I just grow into who I am..
Can I stop fighting myself? Holding it all back. My talents, my darkness, my joy and my make. I’ve lived pleasing them. Over and over again. As they hit the jukebox. Its scratched,broken or cracked. The hot glue isn’t working this time. Its broken, clearly shattered, that record with its beautiful song. That story that they created now gone. Now I am picking up the pieces. Remembering how they pieced her together creating what they thought a masterpiece. Just to leave her in pieces on the floor. She no longer plays the same song anymore. Just sounds of off tones and scratches. Maybe even a crack. As I glue them together I I finally realize. I am back. ©️untappedwriter.org
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There are things we don’t like about you he said. You do not value yourself at all. You let people step on you and you just go along with it. Please do something! React. As I stood there emotional with the first thing he uttered. A thing right? But he said there are things. As in I am that broken and imperfect that he calls me to hang out just to tell me these things. Things that he has no clue how I fight. Why I do them and how I sometimes can not understand them. The things he continued to utter. Where simply one Real thing.
That I am the one “thing” he cannot wrap his head around. I am not a thing
I uttered.. the things you are listing are simply me being human and figuring life out. Next time dont call me to discuss a very natural and normal thing
I am worth more than his words.
Don’t let a thing hold you back.
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Fortunately you found me! Although I didn’t want to be found. I am grateful you rescued me. Even though I didn’t ask to be. Excitedly, you came to me. Right when I was ready to conquer my fear. Wonderfully you waltz into my life. When I was about to finally make it. Gracefully you clung to me as I marched forward. Clumsily I made it. As you yelled profanities at me. Unforgivably you told me you loved me. Unfortunately, your name is “my past”. ©️untappedwriter.org
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