Here is part 2 of my series, Disposable Cup. This poem written by Ruthy Zikhali, describing her toxic relationship with her father and the journey that she embarks on to healing, forgiveness and growth.
Please enjoy♥️!
Like a snob
Like I have been robbed
I went in for a blowdry
But instead came out with a bob
Like I have been hit in the chest
Unprotected, without a bulletproof vest
So, while I Iay on the ground
Looking for a bullet, I found
A gaping hole
Was there no peace for my soul?!
All I wanted was to be loved
At some point I was as innocent as a dove 🕊
And knowing that these days have passed
I slowly begin my healing journey, at last
All my love ♥️
Ruthy
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