wrote me a note to self
"don't sell yourself from the bottom shelf"
put it in my back pocket in case i ever forget
indeed, i saw life's summit and i must admit
it looks so shallow at the top
but i saw the brink and couldn't look away
i knew i had to or it would attack
so i erased all the colors and painted it black
by the time i was done it looked familiar again and i knew i could run
it wouldn't be the same, i would show everyone
but i'm the blow out with a rabbit's foot for the road
a morbid tale that your father told
a story as old as the deepest earth gold
i jump in the water and my skin stays dry
i find it hard that no matter what i try i cannot die
even harder so that death is a lie
a sleep from which once more i will wake
and walk my heavy feet back out of the lake
to repeat every bad act i am to make
destiny desires things you can't break
so i will walk till my every bone aches
changing nothing and staying the same
knowing i'll do it all under a different name
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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...
