Rage and animosity consumes me
I hate that which I was
But through reflection
I see that I today would not be without yesterday
My failures, my inadequacies, and my recklessness
All have led up to this finite point in time
I cannot define myself now
Without the forging of days past
Daily I feel a primal desire
A need to rip open my rib cage at my breast
To bring forth a new me
An unexposed vulnerability
If I rip away at the carnal flesh,
Will the air that is absorbed into my lungs be more pure
Will humanity see my deepest genuine self more truly?
If only if only
Life feels like a delicate dance
One step closer I get to see the beauty in others.
Myself and others require a courting,
Just so that we may know it’s safe to be exposed.
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