a different kind of light

I feel misunderstood by the whole world

all these ashes and promises made of gold

will I be a better human when I achieve it?

at what price? I’m wondering

what will I have to give when I give in?

the path is vague, yet still

I’m going

it is strewn with thorny roses, thistles, and knives

cutting every healthy branch

and melting it with a swamp

from which I must always separate myself

priceless seeds adorning my neckline

and telling me I am worth it

no matter what destiny scrupulously

preparing for me

forgetting this little detail of informing me

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April – September 2022

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