I scream at the hollowness of my spirit
And beat my fists against the confines of my creativity
I want to shatter it all
Lay pieces scattered
Hold fragments sharp
Let them cut my flesh
So that I know that
I can still feel
But silent is my voice
And weak my anger
It rises only to fall
My soul
Once so full
That it pained me to keep it still
Rings with emptiness
And I weep
Tears of self-betrayal
It is I who has fallen
I am to blame
No other can share this
It holds me in
Encircles and preys on my weakness
Stealing my breath
I am all but gone
So, am I no more?
Do I accept and bow down
Deny mercy to my failure?
Or find myself anew
Shed what I was
Emerge to find who I am
This old fear
That strangled me
Has burned away
And in its place
A fear anew
One that offers passion
Instead of stealing it
Sets fire to my spirit
Rather than keeping it in chains
And I realize
It was always my choice
And in this task
I may fail
I may burn
I may seek that
Which is beyond me
I may also rise
And find that which
I thought I lost
And conquer the
Most terrifying challenge of all
Myself
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