Trying to be perfect
holding the pain inside.
Years of fighting this
battle of what isn't ok.
Ashamed of that image
of the past she seen.
Always trying to be
strong and seem alright.
Perfection was a bandage
to hold herself in self love.
Wanting to be pretty
scars of crimson form.
Deep in her heart
from the piercing shame.
She felt one day to
release it and slice away.
Because the failure
begin to gain its strength.
Tears fell upon her face
and she had to win again.
Her shame couldn't be
she had to be beautiful.
By Sherry Finley
Author notes
Credit the photographer, Keith Major
A contest entry
- red by stasis.
400 points, ended July 28, 6 entries
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i reaally injoyed reading this, it was really good.
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Wow.
Cookie is right- a heartbreaking poem but still one of your best...I am so impressed. Not easy to share such things- but I have encouraged you to just let it out- makes for beautiful and tragic poetry.
♥
Your bear.
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A wonderful piece that illustrates your heart. An awakening to parts that want to hide or sleep. One of your best.
Well done?F
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Wow
Thanks Cookie, unique picture you have there
appreicate your time and kind reply really sweet. Love ya ♥
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Awww, sissy you went deep with this one. A perfect story for the pic! Great writing!
Huggles,
Sissy~
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Thank you sissy Frog I appreciate your kind words and time. ♥
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