Looking at the mirrors –
image on image of a dead image,
i’ve searched for simple words
to tell myself and everyone.
The brain numbed -
forbids that -
by endless fears, tears, losing
clarity of what i am.
Determination after insult,
strength ahead of necessity,
joker among those sure of life,
stupid - foolishly fought for right.
Free, inspired, respected, interested,
worthy, loved or hated, happy;
not all virtues – spiteful, threatening;
also – naughty, seeking, desirous.
Wronged at times, cynical always,
flirting with lonely hopeless void;
choices came, chosen;
paths splitting, taken.
Forsaking advice,
threatening surety,
fondling thrill,
facing danger.
Danger, where i am untaught,
that’s the source of my life –
not love nor victory nor respect -
Interest, that selfish desire.
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