My inner woman has done got up and gone She tripped and ran fast as she could Not a word, a poem, or even a little song She only did what she thought she should
My inner me is buried deep Afraid to come out or even to see She has so many ideas she would love to keep But she's afraid of life and the collective we
My inner self is bruised and torn Grief stricken and fragile, threatening to break But it's time to move on and no more to mourn Even if my actions feel like a fake
My inner drive must suck it up Stop wallowing in pain, start enjoying my life Quit dragging my ass through the layers of muck Cut this pain away with the blade of my knife
My inner id is a beautiful thing When I allow her a chance to breathe She is filled with life, almost bursting to sing I think she'll stick around if I only believe
(Art by Tammy Vitale)
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