Traitor - Poem by Chey King
I had finally accepted who I was,
I had finally come to terms with what I felt inside,
Until the very fabric of myself that I had sewn together
with an erratic mind and a broken heart
Came undone, Unraveled at the seams.
Confusion and betrayal filled my thoughts,
And my very being
I longed for the open book I had nearly become.
Chey, the butterfly, was crushed halfway out of her cocoon.
Who am I now?
What is to become of these thoughts?
If I were to act on them I would become a terrorist against my own soul
But if I were to stay quiet, confusion would consume me once more.
The anchor I lowered for steadiness
Would break away
Its rusty metal reduced to shards
And I would be left floating freely,
In a sea of madness...
I would be lost.
This game of dodge and parry can not go one forever
Soon he will have my heart
And I would become a fraud,
All would be lost.
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