The question
Do you consider yourself a lucky person?
its a trap
its an unhittable pitch
an invitation to bear your soul
that its alright
that you can be yourself
you can tell them the truth
you can unburden
shed the fear
share the terror
the nugget
that has grown
from
a pea
to boulder on your chest
a lifetime of doubt
Formed in each failed moment of interaction
That every yearning
stretching
reaching
attempt to touch fingertips with the world
Is understood
That they get
that you are a bumbling fool
blind as a bat
simply the shadow of a person
screaming in the void
but afraid to whisper for help
for recognition
that there isn’t a you
that everything you do is reaction
that you don’t know what you will do from one moment to the next
no repeat performances
only accidental repeats
that you wish you WERE a puppet
at least then there would be someone at the strings
that there might be a million like me
or i might be the only one
who worries that the script is flipped
who is petrified of your idea of heaven
FOR GOD’S SAKE
what’s more awful than an eternity of awareness..
but you skirt the pitfall
jump the snare
and for this terrible job you say
I make my own luck, sir.
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I love this!
This was great!
Amazing!
Poetic justice!