Her

A post for a few who need it.

Her

There was a girl who looked like me
She followed me close by.
If someone hurt or saddened us
She hid away to cry.

She weighed as heavy as a rock
But couldn’t quite be seen,
She sometimes almost went away
But re-appeared in dreams.

She often spoke in voices
Quite like those I knew so well,
The tag team of complicit pain
Who cast their icy spell.

We look inside the mirror
Thinking, I know who is me
But you know you are deeper still,
Than anyone can see.

We see the version of ourselves
That we accept as truth.
Honed out of mixed perspectives,
Thrust on us since our youth.

The saddest waste of life is what
we all can sometimes do.
To trust the doppelganger,
Who pretends that they are you.

Go back and hold your own hand
In the places, times and hours
When your wondrous thoughts and feelings
Were swamped by other’s powers.

Refocus where you stand today
Right now, and ever more,
The person who can walk alone,
A giant through the door.

Without the weight of what was then,
And who you never were.
For all that is ahead of you
For you, but best for HER.

LW

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