I'm losing my sense of self,
But gaining a sense of confidence
In my ability to accept the fear
It washes over me, suddenly
It falls on me like a blanket, full of sand,
Made of the concrete and asphalt
that touch my face,
fragile bones
breaking
as they hit the ground
I savor the awareness
and clarity of my perspective,
No longer fearing
Emptiness
As I spill onto the sidewalk
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
I'm losing my sense of self,
But gaining a sense of confidence
In my ability to accept the fear
It washes over me, suddenly
It falls on me like a blanket, full of sand,
Made of the concrete and asphalt
that touch my face,
fragile bones
breaking
as they hit the ground
I savor the awareness
and clarity of my perspective,
No longer fearing
Emptiness
As I spill onto the sidewalk
This is the second half of a poem, thought it made more sense, visually, in 2 parts
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