Soul Searching - Poem by Kristy Artmann
As I search my soul, in its lonely and hopeless state; contents by which I wish to purge from my life.
I gotta be me—the old me, the better me, gotta stay strong, gotta hold on to the optimism……of living life again without unwelcome diversion.
I have wonderful friends that are always there to listen and give advice and comfort.
The healing process begins with my acceptance I am better off without all the drama and heart-retching playfulness of the demised creatures that haunt me.
What do I have to lose by making myself realize I don't need anyone's approval and love?
I have to love myself first and foremost. I have not been doing that.
I'm ready to get off the rollercoaster and focus on myself for awhile.
One day I will be ready to love again, but for now I halt and regress undeniable uncertainties I have let take over my soul.
It's time to stop waiting for a change and act upon the urges to make a difference and stop worrying if I have a man to support me in every way.
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