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Lying to my Mind

Updated: Dec 4, 2021


while acorns & oak leaves relented to gravity,

as did my will.

I studied the same pages

expecting changes

none but seasons


In stages,

my fronds unfurled—

the uncoiling hurt.


from a stagnant mound,

a security of being

rooted, unfound,

polluting my purpose.

Seedlings suffocated upon braving the surface.

Winds bent backwards to navigate the tides;

I cried,

and dutifully lied

to my mind.

As light


the muck and memoirs

poisoning my might,

I surrendered to the sun.

I chose to write.

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