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Tricked.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Oct 4, 2021
  • 1 min read

If I am going to be tricked, I would rather it be by the devil I know.


Than the one I don't.


I would rather readjust my crown and look towards the future, than continue to settle.


I am done with mediocre.


I am beyond being merely satisfied.


I am ready to be celebrated.


All. The. Time.


I am done with lies, and liars.


Masks.


Excuses.


I am ready for truth.


Ownership.


Honesty.


I am learning how to be patient.


Through the trials and tribulations of life.


Tests, I am continuing to be served, yet ones, I never asked for.


For a class I never signed up to take.


Questions and situations I don't need or want.


But this reality allowing me to see how I am appreciating that I can be even stronger and more intact than even I had thought.


More than anyone gave me credit for.


Especially those who left.


Chiefly, those who have abandoned me.


I find myself seeking a new truth.


Knowing I am beautifully chaotic.


Embracing it.


Understanding that how my story started, ended with you.


That with my madness comes beauty.


Art.


Wonder.


Awesome.


Seeing that what I need, and want, are different than what I deserve.


Astutely aware that I am worthy of the best.


Understanding I need to be accommodating, but not to deceit.


Surely not to subpar.


I need to be desired.


I am worthy to be deserved.


Totally desired.


Acutely aware that it will occur.


Conscious that it just needs time.


And I am ok with that.


Xoxo,

C.

 
 
 

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