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Nurture, Nature, or Trauma?


How was I created:
Nurture, Nature, or Trauma?
I have traded
So much of myself, to avoid drama.

No more.

It is time to even the score.
No longer will I minimize myself
And place who I really am upon the shelf.

Spending all of my energy
Avoiding being me.
Finding the truth in who I am,
Is not quiet, like a lamb,
But loud, violent, and messy.

Nevertheless, she
And insists

To be heard.
Finally, she is free as a bird.

No longer weighed down
By a soul level frown.

Ever onward, ever upward,
Searching for what is yet to be uncovered.

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