Look at me

Sometimes the greatest pain lies not in who we are, but in who we are not allowed to be. In parts of ourselves that are denied space because they clash with someone else’s boundaries. This poem is for everyone who recognizes themselves in these words.

See me

See me.
Not just half.
Not filtered.

See me
in my nakedness,
in my wholeness,
in everything I am.

Don’t look away.
Don’t walk away.
Don’t push me back
into the shadows.

Because I am still me.
Unchanged.
Only more visible
than you can bear.

It is your gaze
that wavers,
your world
that cracks.

Not me.

Call it strange.
Call it filthy.
Call it whatever
you need
to make me smaller.

But this…
this is mine.

This lives within me,
breathes through me,
pulses in every fiber
of who I am.

And it no longer wants
to whisper.

It wants to exist.
Visible.
Tangible.
Free.

For too long I have been silent,
folding myself
into something that fit
within your framework.

Hidden for too long
in a world without light.

But I am not a shadow.

I am fire.

And fire cannot be tamed.

I no longer want to disappear.
No longer break
to appear whole.

I want to live.

Fully.

With everything I am.

Let me find my wings.
Let me spread them
without shame,
without fear.

And then see me…

not as something that must disappear,
but as someone
who finally
dares to fly
toward the light.

© Mrs Moriah
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