after flyin in an unusual mode
I slump
into my own little world
its cosy here, I have everythin I need
plenty of tea and thoughts to hang upon
Ive locked all previous smells and sights
in numerous boxes
of disparate sizes, colours, textures
Im wonderin
what the future may bring now
my health has deteriorated since I first entered these walls
I am brittler in body but stronger in spirit
I know I did what I could
to be on good terms with myself
whilst I cant have what I need
just what I want
so as usual I will cover my face
in a tragic mask emergin from the dark
failed disguise from the past
remindin me it was worth it
dive in the stream of the new
abuse-free reality for a while
before I wrap myself up
into a much smaller shape than my soul is now
tortured, traumatised, trimmed
yet gettin stronger with each subsequent move
prepped
to be the greatest ever
naturally
surrounded by enemies
tryin to grab that last bite
not for me though so please let it go
***
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