Embody by Thought Ferment
Sometimes I just want to tear open my body and,
separate my essence, from the earth-bound skin.
Unleash all the voices from my goddamn mind.
Embody them in hope for a speck of solace I’ll find.
Harvest their flesh, stitch me a new self to live by.
No more insecurities to curtain, no need to hide.
I’ll have a better esteem to decide,
probably better brains to recognize.
Change how I’ve been, with him and her, and him and her;
escape- the consequences and my ‘old life’ for a blur.
Take the road not taken, bag another lease on time;
their history, much privileged, not as broken as mine.
And for once I’d truly know
what it means,
when I say, “I’m fine”.
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