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Imposter
Michael Esson
Here reads another sad poem,
I would rather paint the vibrant skies where birds take flight and sing,
Or the intricate tales of a boy discarded, but survived and thrived, nourished by the rain joy brings,
Or the bursting cries of fireworks that disturbs my sleep,
Or share whispers of heartwarming stories meant to mend my soul deep,
But for now, emotions flow raw, a souls attempt to morph and heal,
So, please approach with care as my mask slowly peels.
Just inches away, but oceans apart,
A prisoner in my thoughts, chasing closeness like Michelangelo’s art.
So close yet struggling to find the peace I crave,
I’m lost, always running, tired from the chase,
Yearning for the sun’s embrace, hoping it evaporates my fears,
Silencing the voices that torment, leaving me in tears.
Whispering lies, enchanting sirens of the sea,
They utter things I’d rather not repeat, ignoring my desperate pleas,
Stripping me naked, exposing the gates of my facade, entry requires no keys,
They chant repeatedly, “You are not enough”, the echo of their voice brings me to my knees,
Telling me love will forever elude and cease.
At times, I scream, threatening their existence, though they reside solely in my head,
I’m descending into madness (I’m aware); their dominion over me forever spreads.
They claim love is not mine to possess,
With words like, “Even your father couldn’t love you”, unveiling memories repressed,
“Your best friend will betray you with the kiss of a cold steel knife”,
“And your lover will reject and desert you, an endless strife”.
Doubts they sow, confusion they sow, my mind their evergreen.
Within the noise, a faint voice emerges, growing stronger, louder,
It’s fearless vigor and profound might, I recognize it,
I hear it!
It’s my own, and it refuses to surrender,
It says, “Forwards always, backwards never”,
For yesterday, I was enough.
Today, I am enough.
Tomorrow and forevermore, I will be enough.
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