Anyway....
The Absence Of Self
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It seems that I've forgotten
or can no longer believe
When it comes to how I feel
I'm not a fan of me
Like a flower breaking ground
bright colors bursting free
Until they've all run out
escaping as I bleed
Root and stem extracted
as the bloom is ripped away
The soil and soul impacted
birthing it halfway
To be placed into the water
adopted from the earth
Redefining all that matters
and assigning me, its worth
Not what I imagined
not at all what I had planned
Judged and re-examined
reassigning who I am
Innocence my passport
suffering my debt
Begging for support
when everyone who could, has left
Anyway....
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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