Untitled #??? (A Poem)

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I can’t help but smile.

My world no longer dark and twisty.

I can stand tall and hold my head high,

With no sign of struggle.

My world was a surface of shattered glass and fractals,

Burning hot coals underneath my feet,

And sharpened points on all accounts.

I’d let go.

I was left afraid of myself,

And what I was perceived to be.

Now, here I stand, careless to the thoughts in others heads.