On The Nature Of It Poem by Angie M..

On The Nature Of It

someone who sees and loves me as I was,
and as I am...
knows that I've always had an abundance of strength...
how could one think otherwise,
(knowing what I've pulled through) ?

All of the waiting
way back then and now
was because of faith
every disappointment, was due to that.

There is nothing to prove anymore
and I am happy in that thought

I deserve more than discord buttering
and depth testing
(We deserve more)
But being in a different loop, I'm here for the progression I believe in.

Monday, October 14, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: strength
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