What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

When desire has been stifled for so long it feels like a phantom limb - bitten down until your jaw aches, buried so deep you almost believe it’s gone…
When you’ve been taught to swallow it whole, to smother it in silence, to render it invisible…
When the world has branded it shameful, told you to strip it from your bones, taught you to wear the absence like armor -

And then you stumble into a place called Lit.

Here, you are not a sin to be scrubbed clean.
Here, you are not a secret to be hidden in shadows.
Here, you can breathe the air raw,
and run naked through the fire of your own hunger,
laughing at the chains that once held you.

It isn’t about wanting to be admired.
It’s about wanting to be true to yourself - to stand in front of the mirror, bare,
and see not shame in the softness of skin or the heat in your eyes,
but something untamed, beautiful, and unashamed.

Here, desire isn’t a crime.
It is a birthright.
It is the wild thing that has always been yours.
And in this place,
you don’t have to apologize for the way you burn.
It's soo heartwarming to read, thank you
 
Thks. Does my makeup look ok?
Hard to see - profile pic is quite small. Jolly pretty. Profile pic small on the Lit Author Search, but just a white image on the forums here. Think that might have to do with recent changes regarding posting images.
 
Letter to Myself

Please… don’t judge me for my desire.
Don’t mistake it for something shallow or shameful.
It’s not a performance, not a plea to be adored.

It’s the marrow of who I am.
It’s the way my pulse remembers things my lips never said.
It’s the wild in me that refuses to be buried under polite smiles and small talk.

I don’t want your crown. I don’t want your pedestal.
I want to stand in my own skin and not feel the sting of your condemnation.
To let my wanting breathe without being told it’s too much, too raw, too wrong.

Desire, to me, is not sin.
It is truth.
It is the spark that says I am alive.
And if you can’t see the beauty in that -
look away.

Because I will not extinguish my fire to make you comfortable.
 
Letter to Myself

Please… don’t judge me for my desire.
Don’t mistake it for something shallow or shameful.
It’s not a performance, not a plea to be adored.

It’s the marrow of who I am.
It’s the way my pulse remembers things my lips never said.
It’s the wild in me that refuses to be buried under polite smiles and small talk.

I don’t want your crown. I don’t want your pedestal.
I want to stand in my own skin and not feel the sting of your condemnation.
To let my wanting breathe without being told it’s too much, too raw, too wrong.

Desire, to me, is not sin.
It is truth.
It is the spark that says I am alive.
And if you can’t see the beauty in that -
look away.

Because I will not extinguish my fire to make you comfortable.
Wow I am mesmerized by your wordsmithing, your honesty, your sharing your amazing gift at putting emotions to pen and paper the way a songwriter packs simple truths everyone knows but has trouble expressing.

Thanks for sharing your amazing gift with us!
 
Wow I am mesmerized by your wordsmithing, your honesty, your sharing your amazing gift at putting emotions to pen and paper the way a songwriter packs simple truths everyone knows but has trouble expressing.

Thanks for sharing your amazing gift with us!
Thank you. I’ve been wrestling with myself lately - not understanding why my desire burned so fiercely, why it felt like a storm I couldn’t outrun.

For a while, I tried to tame it. Tried to press it down into something quieter, smaller, more acceptable. But it would not die.

So I stopped fighting it. I chose to accept it - to stand in my own fire without apology. This letter was my vow to myself: that my wanting is not wrong, it is mine.

I share it in the hope it reaches anyone
standing in that same battle, and reminds them - you don’t have to extinguish your flame to belong.
 
I have never heard of that one before. Someone says Dino and I think T Rex or brontosaraus sp?
I was intitially reading up on both of those too, but I needed something more prehensile. Though now that I think of it, I might be better off just settling for something non-specific.

I should probably state that this is for a piece.
 
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