The next me

the intensity of rebirthing yourself, an intimate poem

This is an intimate poem. One about the pains, the fears and the vulnerability that lays within the process of rebirthing yourself. It was written 2 weeks ago, when I was in the middle of this process. It reflects the truth of that precious moment, when all inside crumbles and falls, no clarity on where to go, even trust was far to be found.

All to remember, change is inevitable and this process brings you to the next you.

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I drown in the sorrow

Of the things that could have been

I scratch my heart

And wonder where I have been

Nowhere to be found

I was, for a while

Hide and seek

A-way

Doesn’t want to be seen

A structure so fragile

That I couldn’t be

Be forgotten

Be invisible

Be and not be

Not really being

There

Easier to not exist

The raging heart

Building shame

Can I find my ally

Of the glory without blame?

A path will light

Yes I know

The slowness

Though

A mud so thick

I can’t see

anymore

I can’t

Or I won’t

Is it me or Pluto?

Who will ever know

Change is inevitable

May I just know

Know

That where I am

Is okay

Safe, I may not feel

On the breech of birth

Who will ever

Death is close

And so I be

Surrendered and open

To what may be,

the next me.

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Your presence is so appreciated, thank you for reading my art.

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