Granted

Lying on the floor

Wishing I was more.

A new version of me

That I cannot even see.

But I guess that’s how

Things tend to happen now.

Discontenment

Self-resentment

Reaching out and hoping for

A shade, a ghost and nothing more.

Time to realize

The doubts are bloody lies

Who I am is more than fine

My life has value ’cause it’s mine.

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