Elixir

writingfinallysetfree:

Mend these damaged pieces.
Hold me together,
Allow my broken pieces to heal.
Better than before,
With love as the glue.
Forgive my insecurities,
For I will forgive yours.
Love is the elixir.

What Am I?

writingfinallysetfree:

What am I?
I’ll tell you what I’m not.
I am not my depression,
I am not my anxiety,
I am not my insecurities.
What am I?
I’ll tell you what I am.
I am beautiful,
I am kind,
I am me,
And I am enough.

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naturaekos:

“Our wretched species is so made that those who walk on the well-trodden path always throw stones at those who are showing a new road.”

(via naturaekos)