Uncharted me

Sitting on the dock of my bay I swirl a foot in the dark murky water wondering what still lurks beneath

in

The places I can’t see
The places I don’t go
The faces I don’t show

The me I don’t want to know

Where the ugly parts reside

Where I store the things I don’t want to be: the bitterness and misery and jealousy

I am all of these things and none of them depending on the time of day

and

It took me a long time to like the me that I am

Don’t be eager to simplify your worth; your nuances are important; they tell the tale of your journey; they are the testaments of your struggles; they are the rivers that carved you

Cleaved you and then made you whole again

We are complex and beautiful beings capable of great and terrible things

Sometimes simultaneously

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