I'd love to rearrange myself
Put together the pieces
That fall apart every month
Showing the brittle self
The one everyone hides
From outside eyes
And rumination.
Let it flow without restraints
Feel each corner softly
Pull my heart slowly
And break...
Embrace each thought
See beyond the lines that hold insanity down
Forget the should's
Forget the names that transform the self into object
With a set north
With boundries
Within false dimensions
Begging to stop.
I'd like to find my soul
Shameless, unbound
Weak.
Ready to breath again
Give form again
Create.
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The path to self
PoetryThese poems are about self ownership. Rising above limitations by diving inside the ocean of the psych and meeting with source; the self.
