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Growth

In the present, this old beast of internal exploration filters in

Spattering the present self with stains

A person I was sabotaging the person I am

Or at least that's how it feels

 

Strange how in a time filled with extroverted explosions

The real detail of the piece

The real road of the journey

Occurred internally, with none but myself to truly see it

 

My friends were desperate to help the friend they feel they wounded

But all they did was add to the tonnage of the explosives

It was me who was so intent on pressing the ignition

It would mean a lot if they could know that

 

Yet shame sinks and the proud flawed man stands tall

Making proof of strength

Achievement and philosophy

More important to show to them all

Than communication of pain

 

But I have a friend who helps with that

A professional relationship sure

But you can't teach honest compassion like that

She cares about me despite seeing what I'm ashamed of

And having the northern hemisphere's supply of chocolate

Delivered to her house, along with a hug and a smile

Would just about show how grateful I am

 

I still have work to do

I glorify the old days

Speaking of things that shook my life to the core flippantly

In denial of the depth of connotations

Maybe because when things were good, they were groundbreaking

Expansion of consciousness and a dream of how things could be

If science just proved it

 

It made me numb myself to the searing cancer

Infesting me for so long

 

When it comes to what I want to change

They're just stories

It should be simple enough to teach myself

As stream of consciousness flows

Crafting self in abstract terms through sound waves

To let go of the stories that show who I was

 

I know that's that not who I am anymore

It's not the person I should show

 

I'm already good at what I do

This vessel of what I think is right

This tool of craft in visual and intellectual forms

This telescope pointed to the things I want from life

 

I need to grow more and be one with the present self

But I'm sure I can do it

I'm already someone I thought it impossible to be

Making him better shouldn't be too hard

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Apr 2, 2017
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