Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site
A collection of poems
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Some days it’s very apparent and I can see a change. All the work I put into this journey. The path I continue to walk, even when every part of me is hurting. The scars don’t go away. They whisper words of wisdom, lessons that will remain. Knowing my flesh is weak, but my spirit…
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I’m tired. I just want to stop faking it. because, when am I gonna make it? Currently, I am Spiritually spent. Emotionally bent. Physically over extended. Mentally discontent. I’ve tried countless things. Yet here I am feeling like this again. Like I have over exerted my spirit to its final end. I wonder if they…
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You made me feel weak. No, I didn’t. Yes, you did! You tried to think a way out of everything. That wasn’t your responsibility. All because you felt my other parts couldn’t handle things. You even made me run, when an escape wasn’t necessary. Well, I thought I was being supportive. No. I felt anything…
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You asked me how I was, and I responded great. Then you proceeded to bring up a version of me, I don’t know today. I’ve changed significantly since you last seen me. Back then, my wounds were still very open. A bit oozing. While I was closed off internally for anything, I was also bruised…
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(Warning use of profanity) It all feels pointless. I should just write less. Only three people read, and maybe 2 like it. I should go back to keeping it all inside. It seems less painful then to hang all these feelings, out on the line. Writing has been an outlet, that used to bring some…
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I used to hate that you chose me. To be a spirit that powers this human body. Who you knew was broken, before you sent for me. You saw everything that was gonna happen to and for me. Yet you still said I was your favorite, you lied. But why to me? I thought that…
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I wish I could have loved you. Every time you needed me to. I really do. I wish that I always loved who I was, when I was with you. But that’s the thing, around you I had to lose me. Just so you could make others comfy. I lost entire identities, within you to…
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The hardest goodbyes, are the ones where the person is still alive. I already prepared and said my farewell to you in my mind. Because by the time you take your leave, you will just be a shell of the man I once looked to for guidance with everything. A father figure by chance, the…
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I’ve been feeling like a stranger in my skin. The last thing I remember is an argument with that jerk, inner critic. We both went to bed with many words left unsaid. The next day to my regret, it woke up earlier than me. I guess peace couldn’t stand its company. Started off with an…
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Better out then in. So here it is. I’m tired. I want to just sleep. My spirit is exhausted. My mind has taken me hostage. My flesh is weak. The universe is generous with each new problem it gifts me. My thoughts feel cold. My body is losing heat. I feel like I’m dying. But…
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