I straddle two worlds and neither wants me.Nomad,
Vagabond,
Drifter,
An insurgent to societies that are both
Closed.
Forever,
I will be in this limbo;
Rooted in one but blooming in the other.
Present in both yet seen in none.
Each, the Holy North to my damned own.
And in this purgatory, I rejoice.
Free from the constructs that stifle individuality.
Free from the shackles of ambiguity.
I exude explosive excitement and passion that makes skeptics
Tremble.
No longer am I held down by society's ignorance.
An outcast from two hells created his own Eden.
And In limbo, I thrive.
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Let Our Hearts Sing Out Without Restraint
PoetryThis is a collection of poems inspired by me everyday life. They are very intimate and honest so please respect them.