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Dead Poet of the Astro shared a letter in the
Poetry group 8 months, 1 weeks ago Suppression of the Divine
With love, DeeA product of humanities primal inclinations
To be stripped of my own
Without consideration
Persistently reminded
Through shame & ridicule
To give it a name, assign it a place
But bury it deep within you
And save face
Just now making peace with my sense of being.
I’m born again, curious & fearful.
The mentors, therapy, & books are but a safety net
For the force at my disposal.
It lays dormant- but it pushes & pulls
Til it humbles us, a reminder
That it is OURS to express
Each it’s own power.
What a beautiful poem. Sometimes expectations of who we are ‘supposed’ to become are difficult to overlook. We create this ideal version of ourselves and are unable to escape judgment from ourselves and others. Embracing our inner strength and building our personality and look is SO fun!! We get to decide who we want to be, we just have to look past the fear of judgment. Great work ♥
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