You may be feeling lost right now and looking to others to make you feel entire again.
Only you can get yourself to the point of feeling whole.
Start by repeating these words daily, I complete me.
Sincerely,
She
Reneé, Sydney. Her Final Entries: A Collection of Poems and Affirmations (p. 63). Kindle Edition.
I lay in bed all day.
I don’t want it to be any other way.
I keep my phone on vibrate.
Remove it from my space.
High-key miserable as fuck.
I’m lost as fuck.
Feeling some kind of way.
Living life in sweatpants and hoodies.
Just here wasting away.
Reneé, Sydney. Her Final Entries: A Collection of Poems and Affirmations
He gawked at me as if I was the prettiest woman he’d ever seen.
Every day, he found a new way to compliment my beauty.
It wasn’t my external appearance that kept him intrigued; it was what he saw internally that sent a signal to his heart.
The signal that said it was okay to let go because I was the one.
His hard exterior shattered revealing a softer side, but when we made love, the look in his eyes let me know I was still fucking with a beast.
Renee, Sydney. The Diary of She – Vol. II: Poems & Affirmations .
I did it again! But this time with a new self published poetry collection.
For about 3 years now I debated back and forth if I should release a new poetry book and if I should take the route of publishing it on my own. It took some time getting the format down and sending myself a ton of proofs to see if anything was messed up. I’m positive I still have some things to learn, but I set a date of Valentine’s Day, as this is the anniversary of my first published poetry book The Diary of She and I was going to stick to that date, which I did.
So here you go!
Her Final Entries: A collection of poems and affirmations
Before you go let me leave you all with a Intro.
Dear Diary
I finally decided to unwrap you.
You might have been the best gift I’ve received.
You’ve always gave me the freedom to say what I need.
There’s been so much going on & it’s hard trying to adapt.
My career, motherhood and everybody’s crap.
I’m less bothered, though times I still want to snap.
That’s why I got this new journal & I hope for it to be my last.
The last time I write about the hurt I’ve felt
or how I long to feel the touch of a man.
The last time I vent about consistently being misled or questioning where my life will end.
I’ll give you a bit of my pain.
Show you a little drama, but I’ll continue to uplift, just as I do myself.
Remind you that you’re important and to keep loving yourself.
Welcome to my final entries!
He crept into my dreams and kissed me like no one ever had.
The moment was engraved in my mind,
and he was who I wanted to see every night when I closed my eyes.
I craved his lips, wishing they were pressed against mine.
Thoughts of him would remain until he walked out of my dreams and into my life.
