
Poetry by Mikala Mikrut, Copyright 2023
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A Girl
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In the depths of my longing, I dared to believe in my worth, Foolishly hoping for reciprocated affection, For if I could embrace myself, perhaps someone else could too.
Then reality crashed upon me, relentless and harsh, Unveiling my lack of desirability, Unmasking the futility of my hopes.
Why did I delude myself into thinking anything had shifted?
What delusion fed my fleeting confidence, rupturing my pragmatic vision?
When did I start weaving webs of “hope” and “possibility”?
As a girl, taught to tread cautiously, such sentiments should have been alien.
Yet, there I stood, lost in fantasies of a future meant for another girl.
A girl who is beautiful.
A girl who is smart, caring and interesting.
A girl that is healed enough to refer to herself as a woman.
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About The Author: Mikala Mikrut is a regular contributor to Tony Ward’s blog. To access additional poetry by Mikala Mikrut, click here: https://tonywardstudio.com/blog/bob-shell-my-continuing-publishing-saga/