Not quite a poem not quite prose, but made of words symbolic and capturing my mental. Flitter flutter from vision to sense.
Stringing words to make some sense. Caught on the sharp edge of the fence. The grass looks green on both sides. Doesn't matter since I reside, without the lush of knowing enough to jump. Off from this line fine and fragile the only way that I am able. The path for me was shown in the blink of know time of dream and made my heart sink. Was shown there were many many ways but I would always be me for all of my days. The pain and hurt caused and unjust took away my joy and decimated my trust. I have not the heart to believe that love will fix me inside when sent down from above. It's not unreasonable to be cross at those that spout the words just for their pose. I know I am too much of me for most folks I meet they find out quick they've bitten off more than they can eat. I am making it worse everyday I grow into my own skin. The way I can align reality and within. The advice for them makes me an outcast for my authenticity is the pain will last for all my days on this path. I could have played the game of credit to gain status and monies. But I thought forget it. If truth it is truth it will be the people will get it irregardless of me.
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