Embracing My Reflection: A Piece of Garbage
For someone who once called me a piece of garbage,
Here’s what I want to say to you:
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage for loving you deeply,
With a heart boundless, no reservations to keep.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage for losing sacred ground,
In the whirlwind of your gaze, where love was found.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage for sheltering my flower,
‘Neath storms, petals fragile, against winds that devour.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, honesty my creed,
For deceit’s shadow dims where my truth takes lead.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, hands for healing,
Not for harm, not for breaking, not for stealing.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, truth my language, clear,
In the labyrinth of lies, my soul holds dear.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, wounds I inflict,
Bleed within, each hurt, my empathy convict.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, others as family,
Heart open wide, in love’s symphony.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, friends in every foe,
Believing in spirits, where goodness grows.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, your name in art’s array,
Each stroke, devotion, in passion’s display.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, trust misplaced,
In a world cynical, where hearts get laced.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, family sometimes missed,
In caring for others, my heart insists.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, talking to the silent,
Who understand my feelings, no need for compliant.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, always by your side,
In shadows fleeting, where constancy resides.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, playing life’s game,
In mischief’s embrace, where rules aren’t the same.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, once extrovert turned shy,
Yet loving friends, though none are nigh.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, finding beauty in old,
Cherishing worn, where stories are told.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, bearing world’s weight,
In solitude’s battle, where responsibility waits.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, knowing help is near,
In invisible threads, when doubt and fear appear.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, faith beyond the blind,
In the Almighty’s presence, where solace I find.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, loving you despite,
Blocked and barred, in memories, love’s light.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, holding onto past,
In treasures of mind, where memories last.
Yes, I’m a piece of garbage, focused outward, not within,
Where compassion guides, where kindness begins.
In the end, I embrace being a piece of garbage,
For in this raw truth, my worth finds leverage.
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