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Aside: An Archetype Emerges
Am I a lover
or a friend
or a child
to them?
Can they be trusted
as I descend
down low
into the depths?
The echoes are fading
my resolve is sustaining
my ethereal muscles
are starting to strengthen
Do I really need to beg to be loved and remembered?
or am I just scared to pull
the strength from my center?
I love me
I remember me
the further down I go
the more clearly I see
Answers come loose
as around me rocks are breaking
I can be trusted
A guardian is in the making
or a friend
or a child
to them?
Can they be trusted
as I descend
down low
into the depths?
The echoes are fading
my resolve is sustaining
my ethereal muscles
are starting to strengthen
Do I really need to beg to be loved and remembered?
or am I just scared to pull
the strength from my center?
I love me
I remember me
the further down I go
the more clearly I see
Answers come loose
as around me rocks are breaking
I can be trusted
A guardian is in the making
Published 27th Feb 2020
Author's Note
This piece is about my painful struggle to find my own sense of individuality and self-relience lately and usually. It was inspired by my learning about the 12 human archetypes.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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28th Feb 2020 2:13am
Yes finding yourself is trully a struggle sometimes.
The poem reads smooth,
Nicely written
For me key words
Thank you for writing these
""Do I really need to beg to be loved and remembered?
or am I just scared to pull
the strength from my center?"""
The poem reads smooth,
Nicely written
For me key words
Thank you for writing these
""Do I really need to beg to be loved and remembered?
or am I just scared to pull
the strength from my center?"""
28th Feb 2020 2:57am
