Unbecoming

Becca Horne
Author: Becca Horne
Word Count: 141
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Unbecoming

I haven’t been at peace for a while now
In my soul way deep down
Where it’s dark and shadowed
But in the midst of turmoil and illusion
He loves me he loves me not
I love me I love me nots
I am learning to let go of my fear
Fear of rising fear of falling
Fear of being and unbecoming
Fear of the silence that eludes me.
In my silence hides my truest self
Timid and afraid despite my dark-eyed bravado
What if someone really sees me
And loves me despite myself?
Being loved is my greatest fear.
Love doesn’t hit a moving target
So I spin – like a top
the colors blurred
Riding the edge of
The brink of
The rim of
You.
I haven’t been at peace for a while now

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