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Valerie Blades Poem
Sometimes I wonder if eventually the rot leaves way for love,
if the thick layer of hope on my lips is enough to get myself out of the trenches,
I wonder if I’m held captive to my past because my past is just a reason to hate,
Am I in fact hateful?
do I hate the fact that it feels as though my past has deteriorated any thought of being loved future?
sometimes I just want to crawl out of my skin and soak it in bleach,
Allow every last sin to burn away at the chemicals on my skin
am I dirty forever?
is it really purity culture or just a lack of self esteem
I love myself repeatedly but it never seems to stick in the moments that truly decipher one’s loyalty to themselves
Conflict-ion of loyalty, love, and desperation.
- V.B
Copyright © Valerie Blades | Year Posted 2026
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Valerie Blades Poem
I search the dark hallways of my brain
looking for anything to bring purpose to life
I search for a window, a door, anything leading me to the other side of things where I can see clearly
thick smoke fogs the hallways as I walk down memory lane
the layers of protection that I placed are perhaps what keeps me where I am today
Stagnant
lost in a thought
Maybe if I just turned the lights on
I’d see what I have
right in front of me
- V.B
Copyright © Valerie Blades | Year Posted 2026
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Valerie Blades Poem
to be or not to be
to live or to die
the thick coat of my transgression conclaves within me
what if all I am is what I’ve done?
All I speak, act, and experience
what if all I am is nothing more than a vessel
a lesson to be learned
A body to be craved
A complex tapestry woven within threads of identity action and perception
you take your foot off my throat for just a second
just enough to allow me to come up for air
Delving into the core of what it means to be human
Copyright © Valerie Blades | Year Posted 2026
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