𓊆ྀི ൃུ ཻུ۪۪͎
i had lied to myself for so long / pretending that i was lost / that i had no direction or purpose / i had convinced myself that i was adrift / wandering aimlessly through life with no clear path ahead /
but the truth was / i was not lost / i had always known where i was / where i was going / but i wasn’t ready to admit it / i wasn’t ready to be found /
i had been running from myself / from the truth / & hiding in the shadows of my own indecision /
it was easier to cling to the idea of being lost / of being unmoored & aimless / than it was to face the fear of being found /
i was not lost / i was simply unwilling to be found – until now /
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the still waters
Poetryi stared into the abyss of blue‚ ripples distorting the image of a stranger. ﹛ a potpourri of words ﹜