Valentina (explained)

I am short,

I am brunnette,

I am aging,

I am me.

I am caring

I am self-driven

I am eager,

I am me.

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But deep inside,

Deeper than the obvious,

What is not so obvious anymore.

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I am scared,

I am scared of falling so hard that the wounds are too deep to heal.

I am suffocating,

I am suffocating so much that the past is getting foggy like the windows of your old car.

And they ask me who I am

but I have no idea;

I am me and that is all that matters.

Okay, I decided to make a reappearance in this post after my other post about sharing my poetry and why. For me, this just felt right but I will try to explain. This was one of the first poems I wrote for real.I was going through depression and I had no idea how to deal with it other than to write. I wanted this to be my first post to celebrate my journey as a not-so-perfect but ever-learning writer. I also wanted to share how messy and raw our thoughts are when we are depressed. I am glad to see what I can overcome even the pain that seems eternal.