A split and a divide
between the one I am
and the projection I force
on the world;
I do not know who I am
because each part of the projections
are mere symbols
of a whole reality,
a holistic picture
full of love and light
but also of blood and tears-
whose heart rests within my chest?
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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