Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Something So Little

Today I had to make a choice.
I fought a battle.
I'm letting go
of that little voice
who looks in the mirror with me and says,
"How could someone want you?"

A lot of days,
more so than ever before,
it's nowhere to be found.
It sneaks back around, though,
trying to break through my defenses,
preying on old wounds.

I am much more than
how I appear.
And yet, how I appear is also
a part of my "much more" --
and if I let that
little voice
question my much-ness,
my more becomes less.

So I fought to
let go,
because I will not be diminished
by something

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