Distortions

These distortions are illusions
They are the temptations filled with confusion.
They are the fears that keep moving.
The appearance of these distortions is floating and smokey.
These distortions won't let me be.
These distortions won't let me see.
They are laughing, waiting, watching.
It's looking at the fool in me.
It's looking at the fear in me.
Deep within, I know I can lose them
But I do not choose to.
I choose to punish myself
I choose to let everyone take what's left.
My identity is hiding deep inside of me.
There are valleys and mountains to climb to break at peak.
I push forward even through the muck and gunk
I push forward, one hand climbing as I slowly rise above.
No more neglecting, no more waiting.
It's time I put up a flag and name it my first boundary.
Ah, I am finally breathing.
I didn't realize my body was dead inside.
I'm breathing now; I didn't know my breath lacked flow.
My life was fractured,  torn apart.
Indeed, we have yet to understand the mind. My mind had distortions that were not kind.
My mind had a trauma that broke when I was a child
My mind had people who discarded me constantly, not believing me.
That little girl is stronger.
She understands the distortions she was under.
She has no more grudges deep within no longer.
We walk carefully together now, every mountain and valley.
She has finely found the trust in me.
Let her go.
Let her flourish.
She is shining bright, making a beautiful, colorful butterfly transformation
You look good and beautiful; looking at the mirror,  I say, "See, you are blessed.
See, was that so hard? No, no, not at all.

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