Sure.
My scars can speak for itself,
and so does my pulse
that dances in uncoordinated rhythm.
But everytime I saw myself
in a gloomier shade,
all beaten up by the war inside
fought by multiple tribes
trying to grasp the golden prize:
Happiness.
Each time it manifested differently
in each faction's eyes.
And I saw myself just tired of it all;
the rush and halting,
the jump then falling,
the loving and unloving
that all led to losses.
One war. No winners.
So I try to rebuild the very battlefield
and turn it into utopia-
My mind, my heart, my body and soul.
Myself.
Now I start from scratch
while I look in the mirror,
"Hey, how are you?",
because no one could tell me those words.
No one will reassure me
especially if it's not a need they'd see.
But if I could love myself with the same capacity I can freely give to people
disapproved by destiny,
just maybe, or maybe it will for certain
introduce happiness to me.
For sure.
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