Paragraph 54:

I’ll tell you, I really haven’t mastered the art of self-love.

The surreal thoughts dancing in my head hasn’t stopped

waking me in the middle of the night. But I am trying,

I’ve been trying. Even though my insecurities are binding up,

I am accounting the fact that makes me different.

I teach myself how grateful I am, yet by the end of the day

I am ungrateful again. But I am trying. Slowly,

like my mom taught me how to use spoon and how dad taught

me to take steps – I am learning. I get all tensed up and frustrated

– but I am taxing again and again.

 

– M A Y U S H

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