Pearls
form from pressure,
as do diamonds,
as does the version of you
who you long to become;
you emerge from the Earth’s mantle
or from your clamshell
as a new soul,
reassembled by the pressure you claim to despise.
I am not a tragic ending or a storm below the stirring Earth, I am not your empty vessel nor am I a glass of dirt. I have never been full...
Belonging is difficult and sometimes a battle on a field littered with bones. Those of us who never got a say in this destiny lay...
Fragments of myself fell off until I had lost them all, I had lost the soul until I was nothing but a performing shell- I had forgotten...
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