My fear resides.
Out in opportunity
Whilst overcoming internal massacre,
The cloud above my head rains;
It pains to say
I have overwhelmed this feeling
The very same weather that dissipated a growing tower of stones,
That barries potentiality and remembrance,
The very same that many such as I at some point
Dispersed our vulnerability to the weights pushed out on us,
I push away the agony
To dance to the thrill of the rain.
I am attached to the strings my humanity.
I dance in the rain of the weight of my being,
I am mocking what I consider has power over me.
Rip my shirt, excoriate the skin on my back, drain out of my tears,
In the face of the aftermaths of action in the state of pure vulnerability,
I'm dancing.
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