There are traits within that I pursue
to make better or more settled
to correct myself anew
to advance forth, to speak a humbling truth,
to start a path,
or reach for one which I’d already made new.
Should I travel in a manner that is
safer, in a way?
Or take the chance to work hard at what
I have maybe been gifted with,
advance here for another day?
What shall I be known for,
shall it be my words,
heartache, sweeping sorrow,
advancing, manifesting, awe?
To have words represent my lifetime,
personal growth, reckless love,
yearning from up above,
shall I not wish for that process anymore?
And delicately, as though a moth, asymmetrical though
I will spread my wings,
their loose scales cast about my form
like dust of a fairy whose taken flight
is a must
And I’ve made my decision
perhaps I can live in both
the world of feeling, and the land of dreaming
imagination shared by all
With a delectable joyousness
I’ve assumed the position
of living on the border,
two lands brought together,
the result of these soon I’ll know.
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