Poetry by Shiny✨🩵 "The End of Me"

Dear Readers, ♥️

A friend told me this week, “everybody seems to be holding a lot.”

It can be scary to share the things we hold, and we all have our reasons.

I was thinking about that fear in me when I wrote this poem.

Love,
Shiny ✨

“Fear is a friend who’s misunderstood.”
- John Mayer

The End of Me            June 24

Somewhere, I got the belief 
that my feelings are burdens.

Somehow, I learned there is a limit 
to the space other people have for them. 

Sometimes, my feelings are so big, 
I think they could knock me out,
or worse, 
swallow me up whole. 

I resist sharing them, 
and when they finally surface, 
it's too quick, 
too disorganized, 
not as neat and packaged
as I would have liked. 

Then, the shame.

Shame for having them.
Shame for not being stronger.
Shame for looking like 
I don’t have it together.

Fear of showing weakness.

Fear of the ultimate risk 
for this 
strong woman

you think 
you see.

Fear that vulnerability 
will be
the end of me. 

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