To every single part of me

A Little poem I wrote;

in accordance with Little Sparrow and To learn to see all of you with new eyes (self perception after leaving an abusive relationship)

Awkward laugh, skinny arms or floppy belly.

Every inch, every sound.

- This story, I am telling

It is a part of me.

It is who I am.

Through every hurdle they held my hand.

So I will not hide,

put walk forward with pride,

To every single part,

I will be kind.

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