Never Mine
written by: Roxana Veronica
My body was never mine,
So I tried to die
First I froze, hoping it would be enough.
But it never was.
My mind was never mine,
So I tried to change it.
Filled it with hate, anger and confusion
Hoping it would be enough
But it never was.
My memories were never mine,
So I tried to forget all good,
Focus on the bad,
Focus on what is expected,
Focus on the opposite of what’s expected,
Hoping it would be enough,
But plot twist,
It never was.
My life was always mine,
But I could not grasp it
My stomach was too big
My thighs were too thick
My voice was too strong or too weak,
But my hands were always beautiful.
It’s funny how randomly we choose
To hate ourselves.
So funny that I do not laugh.
Romanian writer who uses poetry to explore difficult feelings and untangle their multiple sources. Passionate about visual arts, animals, painting, absurdism, psychology and tarot as a means of discovering paths and blind spots. Interested in how personal trauma overlaps with conditioning imposed by society through politics, social norms.
Latest posts by Roxana Veronica (see all)
- Sometimes I Heal - June 16, 2022
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