Thoughts From A Frenemy (Poetry Collection)

༎ ɪɴɴᴇʀ ɪʟʟᴇɪꜱᴍ ᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘʏ ༎

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I called myself, myself

only to then further fall away
from my own reach;

Built cages around me
then called it my abode,
and yet kept searching for the keys.

I called myself, myself

only to then sit in a vanity room
and adorn my reflection in a lone drib;

Climbed a mountain
then looked above to wonder
that how the sky was something
my hands could never reach.

I called myself, myself

only to then let my own tears
rub salt on all my open wounds;

I was a rose, which when plucked,
blamed its own splendour
and yet mourned
when its thorns prickled the skin of those crooks.

But then, shifting a gear....

I called myself, herself

and formed a personal contract
so strong,
that it was inconceivably hard to breach;

I was a rose
blooming in the air
with humble pride,
who didn't blame its own magnificence
when tweaked.

I called myself, herself

and dried all my tears
before they could drench my open wounds;

From the mountain top
I looked down at all the crevasses,
I had overcome
and then deep down I knew
that my hands could rewrite the fate of the universe,
if they really wished to.

I called myself, herself

and wiped away the drib,
to sit
and adorn myself
infront of the vanity

and then I looked at my arms
and slowly
unclasped my palms

to get the keys

and then

I set myself free.

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Published- 4rth February 2021

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Cover art:
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'The Mirror'

by William Merritt Chase

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