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Sincerely, Anonymous 3/21/21

Welcome to Sincerely, Anonymous! I'm glad that you chose to take a few moments out of your day to join me in reading some of the amazing pieces that were submitted to me this week.


Sincerely, Anonymous is an anonymous, submission-based publication promoting the ability to heal through self-expression. By removing names, a pressure and judgement free environment is created for anyone who wishes to express their emotions in a creative and safe manner. To contribute to this publication, visit https://www.hannahkothari.com/sincerely-anonymous.



Enjoy!



Discomfort in the Routine


There once was a girl

Who was sure her mind was made

She saw faces on all her toys

As she set them all aflame


And much more

So much more


Dew simmered on all lawns

As problems began to roll early on

And she waved

She just waved


Set a comfort in the routine

A hunger for the speed

Why not stand...

Why not stand?


This girl saw more than all the rest.

Troubles, conflicts, the stages of Erick.

But amongst these flaws, she saw all of the tears,

The hearts, the part of them to be not seen.


And odd scene,

To see what can't be scene


She went on away, let them alone

Let the world burn In the flames,

Everyone knew familiar

All too much familiar


Set a comfort in the routine

When "me, me, me, me, me, me..."

Why not them...

Why not them?


The world began to slow and turn the other way

As the girl stopped yelling in her head and let it out anyway

Loud enough to spin the earth the other way.

Loud enough to give the world another day.


Set a comfort in the routine

When will it end?

When will we see?

The day the earth began to spin the other way.


The earth began to spin the other way . . .


- Sincerely, Anonymous


 

"maybe our memories were made to last forever but not us together."


- sincerely, anonymous


 

Purple


His favorite color was purple.

So I wore purple,

I bought him purple things,

I died my hair purple.

I did everything I could to please him, but it wasn’t enough.

So I let him use me as his canvas,

as he covered my skin in bruises.

I let him suffocate me with his hands while he watched my skin change color.

But I didn’t care.

Because purple was his favorite color, right?


- Sincerely, Anonymous


 

grief


those seldom songs,

stitching me whole.

not knowing what's wrong,

tearing at my soul.


what's missing?

it's you.

you're always dismissing

thought i was your world, too.


the grief i feel,

ripping me apart.

seeming too surreal,

for my burdened heart,


a loss so numbing, sends me falling down.

my empty body bleeding,

nowhere to be found.


- sincerely, anonymous


 

thanks, i guess


thank you for teaching me how to love again. thank you for making me feel loved, even if it was a hidden facade. thank you for helping me understand that i am truly the one person in my life that will always stand by my side. thank you for teaching me that losing someone can be beautiful, no matter how much pain i'm forced to face. thank you for teaching me how important opening up to someone can truly be. thank you for helping me make such a huge mistake confiding in you, that instead of tearing myself apart, i finally learned what it means to love myself. thank you for your bittersweet departure from my life.


- sincerely, anonymous


 

Hair


I first met you when my hair was auburn

A fiery red color matching my passionate soul


I left you with brown hair, transitioning between the red and black


I sit here now, longing to chop off the red hair that remains on my scalp

The last of me that you knew


Gone forever.


- Sincerely, Anonymous


 

If you are interested in submitting a piece to Sincerely, Anonymous, feel free to visit the link below for more information. This week’s optional prompt: Describe your fondest memory.



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