Who I Am Now

Sometimes people lose themselves-
in themselves.

Swimming through blockaded passageways
of unchanneled thought and emotion,
searching for a discord.

Flooded with the desire-
to fulfill the expectation of others.
To move the boulders blocking their admiration.

Tearing your spirit-man apart,
you ransack your inner apartment
trying to find the loose link.

If you find it-
then you will be freed from the marble of yourself.


If you don’t find it-
you will wash up on the shores,
of withered seashells,
as nothing but a disassembled
carcass of who you once were.


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