I am one whole of a half
All but one
and then some
Between a cozy oblivion
and a searing chaos
I am what you call
A piecemeal person
This patchwork persona
is my design
A cannibal with a conscience
and an uncertain taste
I taste of contradictions
The twin flavours
of love and loss
A shifting gaze
that finds stories
yet unresolved
And voices that speak
more and less
than what you hear
I am, it seems
both the ruler and the ruled
I lead, by example
my rebellious tools
And hold my own
in this no-man’s land
As long as I can.
#101DaysofPoetry Day 7
Are you half of a whole
ReplyDeleteOr whole of a half?
Complete in your incompleteness
Yet lost in the rays
That filter through the windows
Some bright, some dim
Hands clutching stone
Waiting to be let out
Salvation waiting
In the raindrops hitting your face
Your life: a storm
Your body: a repertoire
Of all that was
Of all that will.
Where would I be without you and your beautiful words? <3
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