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Too Late

by Candice Brazil | Apr 11, 2024 | Poetry

SAFETY NOTICE: This section contains imagery and language that may stir memories or sensations. Pause anytime. Breathe. Ground in your body. You are safe to step away. You don’t have to finish every story. You are in control of how much you consume. Don’t allow my pain to consume you.

It’s never too late
To seize your fate

You think your kind heart will set you apart?
Does proving your worth make you feel smart?
Truth is you’re too scared of failure to even start.
Self preservation is a practiced art.
Your best course of action is to decide to depart.

There’s something I need you to understand
They’re hoping to pull you down,
Everytime you extend your hand.
Revelation comes from living lessons,
It’s not something you can demand.

You’re wasting precious time,
thinking you need a team,
Hoping that one day,
you’re gonna be seen,
Wondering who’ll be first,
To believe in your dream.
That ain’t no way to reign as a queen.

You’re always trying to help someone else,
Truth is, you don’t believe in yourself.

Saying yes when you wanna say no,
Searching for someone to help you grow.
You won’t find bliss in this ignorance though,
You can’t reap while sabotaging the sow,
You’re the force behind every blow that they throw
There’s no leveingl up with anchors in tow
There’s no coming up with energy that low

Focus on your shit, get straight
That’s the only way to be great
This ain’t chess girl, you don’t need a mate
Every second you wait your testing fate
Hurry now, before it’s too late.

Disclaimer: I am not a licensed therapist or mental health professional. I am a trauma survivor. If you need help, please seek the services of a licensed professional (see my Resources Page for suggestions). The contents of this website are for educational, informational, and entertainment purposes only. Information on this page might not be accurate or up-to-date. Accordingly, this page should not be used as a diagnosis of any medical illness, mental or physical. This page is also not a substitute for professional counseling, therapy, or any other type of medical advice.  Some topics discussed on this website could be upsetting. If you are triggered by this website’s content you should seek the services of a trained and licensed professional.

Written by Candice Brazil

Author. Artist. Healer. Survivor. After awakening from what I call my Trauma Coma, I realized that nearly everything I believed about myself was shaped by unresolved trauma. Today, I help others heal from the invisible wounds of incest and betrayal trauma. Holey House was born from my own healing journey. It’s a sacred space where souls with holes can transform their pain into purpose, their wounds into wisdom, and their shame into light. From holey to holy, this is where we remember who we were before the wound.

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