sometimes ..
most of the time, i am consumed
with what .. who knows
the constant fight to be
or appear to be
normal
is my biggest demon
i feel as if i am an empty raft
mindlessly
floating down a stream
(a dark, narrow stream .. shedding only glimpses of light between what seem to be trees – hope)
unaware of where i am ..
or where i am going
Poetry
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