They tell me to stop obsessing
but I know that
something
is off
so my heart guides me
down a path of
understanding
but my understanding seems to make them
angry
and their condemnation of my newfound happy
pushes me off of the cliff and into the ruins
of my old life.
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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