Born without a reflection, I've been walking all my life without a destination, without a home. A thoughtful wanderer with no care of his own. Another final leap into the darkness, the ocean's depths below, swallow me, holding my breath, challenging, calling out to all that's feared, screaming with ferocity for a true challenge, something that would kill. To fear nothing. Another monster to slay, a thought that consumes my wakening so I may rise again, stronger. In pieces, but stronger. To be vulnerable with the universe, to hold the most deafening silence behind my vision. I find myself returning to the surface with sunlight piercing through, illuminating my physical, and for a moment, I pause, staring up at a reflection that isn't mine, just above the water, but seems so familiar.
Like home.
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PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
