I miss me
the real me
The me
that shares easily,
passionately
and fervently
That says what
she’s thinking
feeling and wishing
That lets things go,
moves on quickly
and knows things get better eventually
That doesn’t feel
bruised,
broken and alone
That’s never needy
never helpless
and never settles
I miss me
the real me
I need me
the real me
I want me
the real me
and not this version of me I’m stuck with
Mariam Shittu















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