Being born every day
Day again day
Birth hurts
The pain wells
It seems I've always known
To shy away from the anguish
Or is the anguish the thing I've always known
I'd do almost anything to disperse the pressure
What if I don't make it through
And this is the last day I have to complete the task I can't remember
It hurts it hurts it hurts
Going against the grain
Avoid discomfort
It comes back
And back again
Love myself open open
I cannot be lost or lessened by loving myself and loving others
I get tired of the fakeness of loving myself
Loving loving
No one does that
You must be hiding some pain some sadness
--june 15 2018
jitana
