This Won’t Make Sense To you

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i speak though no one hears my voice within the shallow depths of this cage,

my lips do not move, eyes stare straight, my body stiff as rusted tin,

i look into the mirror, scrutinizing every single one of my imperfections:

i am just a stack of papers documenting every scene i’ve ever watched.

i am a plethora of good intentions that never followed through.

i am a steady, unchanging current going through motions of the ordinary.

i am a continuous circle like revolving doors that can never stop.

i am a lost soul in the dark Abyss treading water just to stay afloat.

i am a locked box, guarded, containing the utmost, obscured secrets.

i am gift wrapped around a riddle encased in glass mounted for all to guess;

But I am complex, unique, delicately created to be more than one thing, and

To choose what I wish and achieve what I may and walk a different course

If I want, because there is a pointed mountain peak on which I stand

Balancing My fate in the palms of My two small hands.

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