22nd April 2018
 
What will it take to shake
these shackles off,
To shake them off
Completely so that I cannot
even feel the whiff or sniff
of them?
 
Those chains of Conditioning
Reaching un-welcomed tentacles
into every facet of that
which I thought I was.
 
Like the snakes of Medusa,
I cut one, another one
takes its place
holding me, holding me
Back from the birthing
of this Self
that I Am.
 
I become still,
And feel them.
They fight no longer,
As I fight no longer.
 
I choose to be still,
I choose to shine,
I choose to step out from a
Society terrified of its own individuality
 
And allow the Sweet Blackness
of the Unknown Fully Expressing Self
To Swallow me Whole.
 
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