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Epiphanies are a Bitch
Forever isn’t as long
as we wish until
we believe it to be;
the days fly by
~ the city landscape,
50 mph at 2 am ~
the details get fuzzy
as the days blur on,
one into the next
stormy clouds,
reflected
in rain-soaked
pavement
love is a tricky thing
when we are young,
our self-preservation
takes a right fine shit
on every good thing
we ever attempt;
we’ve just learn’t the world
is painful
holy shit, I’m never doing that again
...until we do,
except now we’re afraid ~
holding the truest parts
of ourselves just out of reach,
higher yet
until we can’t reach them
ourselves
but then there comes
that proper reckoning ~
the true accounting
of our pain,
and how much
of that
we are
responsible
for
that’s a rough moment, goddamn
from that well of
realization
comes shame,
those of us
conditioned
to believe
we deserve
all that self-loathing
if we are willing,
and able to contain
our damage
(we all got a dose, baby)
we will find a way
to grasp
acceptance
I was today years old
when I found that place.
the deeper water exists,
where acceptance
becomes
hope
if we can accept
our broken bits,
we are free
to accept others’ ~
our own shards have cut deep,
and our flesh has been scarred;
we’ve all been someone’s
collateral damage,
and we’ve all left our share
of bodies in the pile
nothing left to hide,
there is no need for pretend;
we are finally ourselves,
whatever that happens
to be
as we wish until
we believe it to be;
the days fly by
~ the city landscape,
50 mph at 2 am ~
the details get fuzzy
as the days blur on,
one into the next
stormy clouds,
reflected
in rain-soaked
pavement
love is a tricky thing
when we are young,
our self-preservation
takes a right fine shit
on every good thing
we ever attempt;
we’ve just learn’t the world
is painful
holy shit, I’m never doing that again
...until we do,
except now we’re afraid ~
holding the truest parts
of ourselves just out of reach,
higher yet
until we can’t reach them
ourselves
but then there comes
that proper reckoning ~
the true accounting
of our pain,
and how much
of that
we are
responsible
for
that’s a rough moment, goddamn
from that well of
realization
comes shame,
those of us
conditioned
to believe
we deserve
all that self-loathing
if we are willing,
and able to contain
our damage
(we all got a dose, baby)
we will find a way
to grasp
acceptance
I was today years old
when I found that place.
the deeper water exists,
where acceptance
becomes
hope
if we can accept
our broken bits,
we are free
to accept others’ ~
our own shards have cut deep,
and our flesh has been scarred;
we’ve all been someone’s
collateral damage,
and we’ve all left our share
of bodies in the pile
nothing left to hide,
there is no need for pretend;
we are finally ourselves,
whatever that happens
to be
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