there is a price to
authenticity that
most people
are not prepared
to pay
the cost
(at least in part)
is:
indifference,
isolation,
rejection, failure,
anxiety, madness,
etc.
it's vicious
strangers and
deadly lovers--
all of them
with spinning
flowers for
eyes as they
dig in: the
elbow, the
heel, the
knife
becoming who
you are demands
that you sacrifice
every inch of
what you
thought you
were to the
eternal flames
it means you're
gonna be hard
on yourself--harder
than anybody else
has ever been
on you
it means you're
gonna think
about killing
yourself
sometimes--you
may even come
close--
and,
make no
mistake, it
will be the
death of you
someday,
but
it will be
the best death
you could've
offered yourself
you will look
back upon
your life with
a cutting
smile and
piercing eyes
knowing that
you stayed
fighting
through every
cheap shot,
backstab, and
bad call
every
knockdown,
defeat, and
sabotage
you kept
coming, no
matter what
life threw at
you:
poverty,
shame,
guilt,
loss,
exile
these things
mean nothing
in the face
of true
becoming
and what
is becoming
if not
annihilation
and that
which remains
after its
totality?