Self

SELF

The word itself
Implies a limit..
When limit is applied
Freedom is lost..
And a search ensues
To find what was lost..
Many others are met
Billions perhaps
Also searching..
A tragedy until
A fortunate stumble
Reveals our SELF...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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August 1, 2020 at 10:28 PM
This poem moves fast. It makes incredible sense too.
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