Dig Deeper
You told me to "dig deeper",
I told you "I couldn't".
You said "thats the only way to know yourself"
So I admitted I couldn't.
You said "it would help"
And I replied with "i'm scared".
You assured me I would be ok,
But how do I say it was me I feared?
You told me "The difficulties of ourselves help us realize our beauty",
And I said I agree,
But are the scars in my veins still considered pretty,
Especially in our present standard of beauty?
"Dig Deeper" you repeated.
And so defeated
I retreated into my subconscious,
To try and understand your logic.
I tried to bypass all the obvious
To look away from the given and find the hidden.
So, of course, I dug deeper into oblivion.
Which, I should say, I found to be in complete paradox to my fear of the unknown.
Yes, I fear the unknown. Amongst other things,
Like the emptiness that ignorance brings.
Because for me ignorance is no bliss.
But like you asked I dug deeper.
Despite my fear of what I would find
And how scared I was of what was hiding in my mind.
Yet pushing that aside I began mining in my gold mine.
Then out of no where I struck gold.
And everything began to unfold.
I became a phoenix in my subliminal.
So graceful, I felt almost Invincible.
It was almost comical.
Why couldn't I be this renewed in the physical?
So are you happy?
Did I complete the task?
I mean I think I did what you asked,
But then again what you asked was an almost impossible task.
Yet I dug deeper and uncovered what was under my mask.
Copyright © Lizzy Omolaja | Year Posted 2017
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