The Hurt (My first poem, let me know what you think pls :D)

Today I didn’t just cry, I wept from the depths of the purity of my soul. 

In a sense, I felt a cleanse as those tears gave me an epiphany, 

And opened my eyes to my world, and even greater; a sense of me. 

This part of me that was once lost, diminished, unappreciated, and forgotten 

Rose from the dead like a phoenix from its ashes. 

Not with vengeance, but with love, gratefulness, and humility. 

This was a long journey, a journey that continues to unfold from the stars situated in the galaxies 

To my thoughts preconceived. A journey where redemption is key.

The once paper-like brown skin under my arm, leaves a residue of the suffer and pain 

That I shall remember for the rest of my life. 

I have experienced what it is to be human; the pain, loneliness, sadness, the abyss in the middle of your chest 

That swallows all your zeals and aspirations and keeps it locked in the never-ending void of self deterioration.   

The beautiful irony is that I found myself in these scars. 

For, I am a survivor of what it is to be human. 

And solitude and loneliness may take many lives, but it saved mine.

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