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Evolving and reshaping.

POMprompt: Evolution.

Straining stained
Full of fear
Can’t catch my breath
Bones of yesterday stretching

The Pain

Absolutes thinned
Standing on soft grounds
Believing higher
Molting rotted skins
Exploding aspirations unbound

The Pain

Fenced in by comforts unsure
Can’t live, can’t endure
Seeing stars around sharp corners
Bend
Break
Grab, grab, grab
Embrace
Tastes unsettled sting pleasure
Opening eyes inside

Yearning taking tiny strides

Won’t sit still
Won’t abide
Won’t ever be satisfied
Not complacent
Not assured
Not stranded
Bursting forth
Plans recast

Shells Broken

Torments put aside
Chaos tumbling sanctums
Moving boundaries
New chords, new beat, moving drums

Emerging scarred and ready.

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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