identity

That don’t mean I’m scarless

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Sturdy frame

An insightful gaze

A feverish ambition

Bountiful giggles

Hopping through poppies

Inhaling the sunny air

Ready to climb mountains

Carrying your weight on my shoulders

Fixing the door handles

But that doesn’t mean I’m scarless

Categories: identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, women

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