Wednesday, 19 July 2017

Poem 162- Consequences

Consequences

You trained me to believe without you there is no me.

That is not me.

I am whole, I am real
I am life and anger and blood
I am myself and that will soon enough for me.

I am striding through myself building walls and binning receipts I no longer need.
I will not be taking parts of me back on your request.

I am not faulty
I am not perfect
I am perfect
I will become perfect for me and no other

I will continue to exist and I hope you will too.

Let’s breathe alone.

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