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Grandiose
What if I don't want the
smudges off the shields?
Why should I seek what
races away from me?
Not all struggles are
worth the sweats.
Can I choose myself and
forget about how ironed
my shirt should be?
How laced my shoes are.
Can I embrace the empty feelings
of frustration? Build a pack alone,
set the sky on fire, sink in those rough
edges so it obstructs the reflection
because my view reminds me that
I'm not enough. Spent years
searching for lights, yet I stay darkened.
I looked back and everything changed, life afresh at its peak.
Can I choose to burn my wings
and accept my fate, a failure?
Maybe lie on the beach
sculpting fishes in my head.
Lit candles, twirl around
hoping it manifests.
Because in the end what
use are the strives?
The world remains numb,
my stress and worth, palliatives.
But then, what is purpose
without thorns?
What is pain without tears?
Mourn without death?
Maybe I can grow if I wither.
I should treat my losses
and bleeds like paints.
Wear a mask until I'm healed.
Stand on my ground,
clean the surface so I see
my mistakes, maybe a glow.
Copyright ©
Tonye George
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