The more I look at myself am I me
Am I myself
The question is as bare as my breast
when I lay on the beach with
nothing but my mind
Do I dare go so deep into
myself
Maybe I am worried that I am able to
reach such a high fruit because if I can
reach it what would that mean for me
Do you see my self pettiness
Do you feel every inch of my pride breaking
just so you can live
the trees rustle and cars move in my distance
Oh how it must feel to be free
And oh how it must feel to look free
but be stuck
About the Creator
Cynthia Marshall
Dive into my mind.
I write poems.
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