Bloom

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to feel known, to feel seen through

to feel inside out,

to have been to the edge of all my lies

now I need to forgive myself and my need to wear a mask,

cause it leads to another mask.

i forget my face,

i forgot my past.

but I see it now,

i see at last:

i could be golden too

i could be gold and blue

i could be made of light

i could be bathed in light and truth

like you

i secede the misaligned disparity

that I've balanced since the start of my days

use my sleeve to wipe down the mirror

stop averting the sting of my gaze

every lie i ever told somebody

i was just saying out loud to myself

in the absense of any good reason

i found the desperate attempt to be held

my acuity, parentheses: (lacking)

denies my onus in this state of affairs

truth's a landmine i'm tap-tap-tapping

poking sticks at the slumbering bear

so for now i discard the flotsam

to unburden me my soaked wet coat

fingers crossed that tomorrow, i'll blossom

stop this struggling and learn to float.

to be known, as I am

underneath the things I've been

this whole facade, this meat and bone,

i've tried so hard to keep it on

i crack the shell, my carapace

i feel the sun, I feel the rain

it feels so good, to shed my skin,

my exoskeleton

i found my peace, and it's within

past the lies and all the sin

i try to open too,

that's what I hope to do

open myself in bloom.

lay me down in the milk and honey

hide my truth within the cuneiform