Poetry by KPH

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The Girl I Once Was

Do I miss the girl I once was?
No.
I admire her; her strength and courage to face
each new day without knowing
if she’d be able to survive it all again
the next one. 
I respect her; more than most people 
I’ve encountered because despite it all, she
always stayed true to herself. 
I love her; though I know she didn’t love
herself back then because she thought
you were only worth loving
if other people tried. 
And they didn’t
really try back then
because she wasn’t easy to love, 
though she was worthy of it. 
And so, I will admire, and respect, and love
the girl I once was
because the woman I am now is all of the things
she had longed to be; does all of the things
she had dreamt of doing; lives the life
she could only imagine then. 

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Enough

For some, I will never be
enough
and for others, I will
be too much. Not enough
glam, too much height. Not
enough absent-minded giggles
and too much noise 
at the wrong time. 
Not enough sun, and too much
rain. Not enough tame and too
much thunder. Not enough skin
and too much shirt.
For some, I will never
be enough
and for others, I will be
too much. But there will come
a time
where someone will look at me
and know that we would be
just right together. 
So I’ll smile
at those unable to see
what’s right with me
since one day, 
someone will smile back
knowing that they can never
get enough of me, 
and that too much
will always be too little.

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KPH is a bilingual Canadian writer with a yearning to set her soul in ink and paper. Fiercely driven to ensnare all of life’s little moments, she works tirelessly for her passion so that she may someday lead others to find their own meaning in her words.