If I first appear to you like I'm a dumb bitch
When, then should I reveal the truth,
that I am internally rich?
You like me when I'm an airhead,
You like me when I'm spiritually unfed,
You like me when I appear mentally dead.
Can there ever be a defined limit to my giving?
I went from independant, to inter-dependant,
to co-dependant living.
Is ther a such thing as the introverted-metamorphosizing
of a butterfly?
Going from a beautiful, colorful, enchanted creature,
wisdom endowed by all, that begins to die.
Trapped in an external womb, like a diety, neh,
lying dead in a tomb
i'm going back to my cacoon
Is it too late, or is it too soon?
ONLY GOD KNOWS!
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aWESOME POETRY!
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good
a good poem, you showed us your true self. -
Sounds like someone doesn't appreciate all that he has. Would he really prefer a worm living in a dark cacoon to a wonderful, radiant, colorful butterfly flying free?
The pitiable part is that often the stupidity of others causes us to have self-doubts about ourselves.
"Is it too late, or is it too soon?
ONLY GOD KNOWS"!
Food for thought here, Eli, and a very good write.
Brazos
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