I made it to part 10 of The Purge Series!!
In case you are new, (Hi btw), this series of poems is about living and dealing with mental illness and overcoming two decades of self-hatred. It came to life when I stopped writing like it was all rainbows and butterflies and started being honest with myself- that idea is what birthed this series. “The Purge”, as in, cleaning out what has been buried inside forever. Hope you like it! 🙂
(For anyone interested, I updated my About Page from a cringe-y 16 year old’s rambling old to a proper adult’s rambling. So check that out as well!)
Spread out your arms
the weight on your chest
is bringing you down
Look up to the sky
asking God why
Beg Him to forgive you
for being written in stone
You never went with the flow
and now you’re a river
making waves in the middle of a silent valley that He called beautiful.
Why couldn’t you grow into flowers?
Why did you have to be a garden of your own:
Home to thorns, and butterflies.
Oh I don’t know why
I can’t escape myself
God knows I’ve tried and I apologise,
I was never supposed to
spread my arms, wide
the weight on my chest is bringing me down
I let go and fly
And God says I’m beautiful
But maybe you are colour blind.