Subject: True Roots
Content: "True roots" Reality bombards my sense of reason/ As optimism chides along side my rationale/ "Everything happens for a reason"/ And now must be the season/ of truth/ Revelation/ Skeletons march out of one closet/ In a Single file/ Armed with 21 years 2 months and 69 days of pretense / Thoughts once solid like water in its frozen state/ Are now morphing into liquid form/ To be easily crushed in the blinder of my mind/ I am confused/ Restless/ hard to digest this/ Mess it's/ suffocating me like a 2 piece chest hit/ two culprits/ ain't that/ a b**%h./Nonsense/ one tidbit/ of truth misplaced then, now unfit/ to reside/ in this puzzle that is my life/ "Speak up skeleton!"/ Says I, in desperate plea/ Declare today boldly/ What you've hid from me wholly Leave no stone unturned/ Because truth hurts like fresh wounds / Resembling repressed tears/ It burns/ Naturally nearly all wounds heal/ Even the surreal / Unbeknownst abstractly / I've been damaged / From a broken heart/ Lungs filling each second/ Gurgling the bloody tears of betrayal / Choking/ off balance/ Scales removed from eyes/ Truth rest in my ears / Exposed before me/ Almost afraid/ Timid / The skeleton replays/ Two faced like Batman's foe/ Intrepidly affirms / Momma's baby// Pappas maybe/ Sown in the depths of her being you were/ Formed in the dark secret parts of she/ With reciprocated lust/ planted he/ Previous existence owned him before/ Claimed by a past not ready to be interrupted/ He could not properly water and nurture you/ She yet to be trusted/ Sunlight never to be revealed / Seeps through briefly / In stolen moments of wonder/ A grandiose half truth/ Life breaks through seed/ Like a new born pushes from the womb/ Assisted only by force-filled groans/ Fighting for the comfort of your only home/ Complacent sanity resides in lies/ Welcomed you to the beautifully cruel deception of life/ Sprouting quickly /like a vine devoid of the vicious desire to choke Life from surrounding life forms/ You bloomed/ And Blossom / Impregnating the air around you/ With The genetics of two / Though you've only known one. Shhh .... be quiet skeleton/ I need time to digest this/ 21 years 2 months and 69 days of pretense//
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