I, upon which many sordid blemishes sit,
venture to relinquish the guilt of the culprit
who strips from me my vivacity and my pride
deluding me with lies, never failing then to hide.
Malicious he is as he tosses me away
back into the vicious cycle without delay.
He resides inside my bones that ache from him though,
And over him I clutch not the least control.
My mind is recycling thoughts, inspecting each once more,
Fiercely flinging through them, seeking the one least torn.
The one whose logic, most complete, holds steadfast,
And heedlessly into action this thought I cast.
I immerse my ears and my eyes and all my flesh
into the ink, the abyss of a world so fresh.
I emerge into reality again
Shattering the waves of the ocean
that lies between my dreams and here.
Upon this ground I once more can say I stand,
yet my stand is one much more open
And I'm short of my previous fear.
Upon my face and with my body are publications,
expressions and gestures, established as my creations.
And what I've made reveals me in a brighter light
I finally can fathom myself in a different sight.
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