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the simplicity of being

Simplicity drips into this chasm of life
easy and uncomplicated  
yet shot up with niggling anxiety  
that sanity never lasts,
and the insecurities  
that rendered me a crazy bitch  
will crash over me like a tsunami, again.
 
The gun I sometimes like to play with  
rusty from disuse, whispers to me  
from beyond the sunlight  
washing the grime from the windows,
the wall between me and you  
all but invisible now.  
 
It’s so easy to run,  
so easy to pretend
I’m not a weapon
and that I don’t know how to use one.  
 
And as I watch the simplicity drip  
I flick the last of my unused lighters  
and light my fears on fire,  
remembering the one thing I forgot.
I’m not a weapon.  
 
The mantra in my head –  
 
Be human.
 
© Indie Adams 2012
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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