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I made a superficial me
I constructed something simple
so there could be a "we."
It was easy to pretend
because I wanted to believe
I could hide my cracks, my holes...
my needs... and my vulnerabilities.
But what is lost in the trade
between comfort and authenticity?
The price was too much to pay...
I found the cost... was me.
...in my entirity...
I abandoned free style dancing
for catious little steps.
I exchanged speaking my mind
for tightly holding my breath.
I went to bed at 10
instead of staying up all night
I gave in time and time again.
I lost my will to fight.
I made a superficial me
I constructed something simple
so there could be a "we."
It was easy to pretend
because I wanted to believe
I could hide my cracks, my holes...
my needs... and my vulnerabilities.
But what is lost in the trade
between comfort and authenticity?
The price was too much to pay...
I found the cost... was me.
...in my entirity...
I abandoned free style dancing
for catious little steps.
I exchanged speaking my mind
for tightly holding my breath.
I went to bed at 10
instead of staying up all night
I gave in time and time again.
I lost my will to fight.
What I didn't realize
when I wanted to be "independent" of my needs
is that convincing myself I'm free of wants
prevented me from making dreams.
I've spent the last few days trying to finish this, but it occurred to me that I can't yet. I can't finish this until I've conquered it & there's no telling when that'll be (i.e. never).
I'm not talking to any one specific person in this.
when I wanted to be "independent" of my needs
is that convincing myself I'm free of wants
prevented me from making dreams.
I've spent the last few days trying to finish this, but it occurred to me that I can't yet. I can't finish this until I've conquered it & there's no telling when that'll be (i.e. never).
I'm not talking to any one specific person in this.
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I loev your poem... because what's worst about fitting in with expectations, fitting in with everyone else is,that you might loose yourself...
*thumps up*
*thumps up*