I look in the mirror and I see my face. I know what it looks like. I know my name. I know where I was born. But I still don’t know who I am.
Once, I was told that I was just a tramp. Trash. Nobody.
I believed them.
I’ve been struggling my whole life to believe that I am actually worth something. I feel unwanted and pushed down to the bottom, despite my skills and knowledge I meticulously acquired. I feel unworthy everyday.
Every day I swim in the oceans too heavy for my soul.
Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, but she started blogging only ten years later. Her poetry has grown since that time. She started to use words more consciously. She defined the journey of her life, portraying it in four volumes of poetry. First of them called 'Ghosts' was self-published in 2019.
Weronika is a loner. She likes wandering to interesting places, always choosing her own path.
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Perhaps- all those derogatory statements stemmed from those who had fearful reasons you were already starting outgrow them and this was their only desperate way left to sabotage you, just to keep you anchored … to them. And perhaps again- it’s time to stop believing them and start believing in yourself, first and foremost?
Beautifully sad 🖤🖤
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Perhaps- all those derogatory statements stemmed from those who had fearful reasons you were already starting outgrow them and this was their only desperate way left to sabotage you, just to keep you anchored … to them. And perhaps again- it’s time to stop believing them and start believing in yourself, first and foremost?
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It comes from being unwanted and invisible in a world where everyone pushes ahead, pulling your hair out, only to be first.
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I relate more than you know and I’m sorry.
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I’m sorry too…
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It’s so me. You just said it.
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I’m sorry you feel it all…
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what s the deal?
why be the way you feel?
defined by self
and other shit prisoner
to ya shelf
ya know?
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Very poignantly evoked ❤
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❤
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Wow, what a powerful ending line!
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Beautiful poem! I love that last line!
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Thanks!
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