Matryoshcada (Native Ceremony)

There was a time when I couldn't find myself in the mirror then I looked into my soul and saw many pieces of me pass by slow like in a procession layers of me, imperfect shadows they have arrived and gone and'll never come back home! I learnt to let them go sometimes with a bit of nostalgia I see my little girl's ghost in a carousel of faded colors human being exfoliations shells of me, imperfect versions I'm on a roller-coaster, I cry and I can't get off! Tears of my journey Leave them behind Light in my heart Eyes shining of life. Matryoshka doll Necessary renovation Disarming and concrete emotions Growth! Layers of me, imperfect shadows Shells of me, imperfect versions Human being exfoliations Pass by slow like in a procession. Tears of my journey Leave them behind Light in my heart Eyes shining of life.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025