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Rated: E · Non-fiction · Emotional · #2169979
After years of trauma I have given myself permission to be me.
Life has been so miserable for three long years
and I have cried away all my saddest tears.
But for all the grief, the traumas, and the pain,
Inside, I’m still me, and it’s time to live again.

I just gave myself permission to use my many skills
to write again, to paint again, to put aside my ills.
Put them in perspective, one that leaves me free
to take charge of my lifestyle, to enjoy what I see.

I tried to help my partner, but it was all in vain
and I accept the fact that I won’t see her again.
Though still among the living, her mind is far away
and the doctors say that, sadly, it has gone to stay.

So I give myself permission to accept what I can’t change
and live my life as best I can, although it may feel strange
to write about living with my Lis not there to show
that it needs people for a community to grow.

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