If I were to be a planet
I would be pluto
I walk through life seventeen degrees tilted
my vision masked and filtered
I walk close in proximity yet always separated
always outside
I burn inside - yet I fantasise
of this unfufilled external warmth
I travel with skin empty and undone
towards the burning sun
I undergo self immolation - the flames mould
yet I only feel minus 226 degrees of cold
over a decade ago, I first learned of the solar system. my teacher said I represented pluto, and I sat down shortly after being labelled pluto. my classmates laughed as she explained pluto was a dwarf planet - no longer a planet.
I will never understand why they laughed but she was right in this label. I travel at my own tilted trajectory, an outlier towards this eternal source of warmth. but I am always outside
I burn inside with a temperature of over 700 degrees yet my exterior remains cold. I reach out to grasp this external warmth, to share my inner fire , but my skin always ends up almost 1000 degrees colder.
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liberation
Poetrycollection of poems and thoughts my heart and brain cut open , fragments of my soul spooled onto digital pages. With every word typed , I experience a taste of liberation
