What I feel, but aint

Is it the same thing? I wonder, to know something, and to feel it? For there are the times I feel useless all though I know I am not.

It’s when I am unhappy with myself, I am sour like lemon… It’s when I’m disabled by pain and I see the mess around me, bitter words escape my lips from the hard-bitten tongue I tangle it with my blood, hot like iron ready to burn. Ah… It’s funny this self-love thing… I am learning the kinder I am in the thoughts of myself, the softer I become. Tender and patient with everything.

Published by Muni_Mar

Heloooow and mahadsanid(thank you) for visiting my blog. I'm Munimar(combo of my two names) I'm a mother of two darling boys, a Creative soul, lover of Coffee & Kindness. I am a survivor and it's my mission to inspire and encourage my fellow survivors. Say hi๐Ÿ˜Š

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