i am a composition.

poetry met w/ flesh and bone.
there is chaos inside me,
and words that cannot be said.

there are memories tied

to me-
strings on a kite
i am grounded.
i am reined in.

i will not choose to forget.


i will create new paths
shapes and forms for
a better reality.


i am become a lie.
a denial of your less
than beautiful truth.

where does it go?
when i choose to forget.

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