Well WornA Poem by Ben Taylor
There's someone beside me
that needs space to breathe. There's someone inside of me that needs space to survive. I am slipping over trip wires and navigating perilous pitfalls, exhausting efforts to avoid falling short of absurd expectations. And through all of it, you ask for nothing, while I ask everything of myself. It is an exhausting existence, second guessing every action, comparing yourself to an idealized fantasy of who you wish you were. I probably will never be that person. It isn't the person you fell in love with, or the person you love now -- so why the f**k am I so compelled to try and be something that only exists in films or youth group sermons. We are broken, we are messy. Embrace the stains, the smells, the sloppy attempts at staying alive. Embrace the humanity -- I must love myself.
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1 Review Added on December 9, 2020 Last Updated on December 9, 2020 AuthorBen TaylorColumbia, MOAboutAlmost everything I write now is relatively real, so just read what I write and get to know me. more..Writing
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