the strike of a palm
to land on my cheeks
too soon it did
the venomous words spat
and my gradually decaying esteem
surely too soon
too soon for me to reciprocate
and too soon to defy
too soon to fathom
the burning sensation
the rolling tears
and the hiccups
the power you held
and the damage you dealt
followed me throughout
the age, that was late enough
to get rid of the stains
but too late it was
I fell behind undoubtedly
when laughter boomed in the hallway
and I couldn't join in to laugh
or even relate to it
when tears fell from their eyes
and I could not understand
I felt as though
when I was busy picking up
pieces of broken glass
the rest had taken multiple steps ahead
I felt left behind
and although I tried to rush
the pieces that kept escaping my brace
kept me from rushing too
and my feet fell upon them
only to make wounds deep enough
enough to pierce through my heart as well
as I saw people progress and celebrate
too soon I was to realize
that the events I witnessed
right before me
were too soon to have happened to me
too soon for me to decipher or comprehend
stuck on my feet like shackles of weight
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I'm fashionably late to loving myself
PoetryThe world would be dull if love, poetry, admiration, zeal, passion, and romance wouldn't lace each strand of our heavenly web. I spill my heart on this one love letter to the entire humanity. In a faint voice though, soft enough to hear only when yo...