i stood south, feeling warm
looking down, felt like falling out of the world
all my thoughts went north, finding no self-worth
tearing me east and west, and till dead i am will i rest
i've fallen off once more,
but my fingers now are severed and the ledge is slick
oil coats my skin and i'm still here, entirely unsure
of what came before and what will come then
one side has to lose and another has to win
somebody's weight is bound to give in
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Poetryredefinition; sculpting, acceptance. figuring out which way to go. questioning mortality. new sense of direction. restarting internal insurrections. letting go and standing tall. "in a cave where light cannot be a winding maze of multiple ways to es...
