Unmasking.

All I do is nothing.

All I do is everything, in totality, in wholeness, wholesomeness, defensiveness, regardlessness, defiance, necessarily, selflessly, creatively, confusingly, delicately disastrously, contradictingly, ‘pre-meditatedly’, consciously, disconnectedly, contrastingly, loudly-silently, defeatedly – aggressively, despairingly, confusedly, hopefully – naively – in denial – defiantly, respectfully, nothing – left – of – me – but – you – can – still – have – all – of – me – agonisingly – affectionately – compassionately, neverendingly.

All I am is paralysis.

No one to catch my broken body as it falls over – and over – and over.

Defeated – Defiant.

Broken – Renewed.

Alone. – Surrounded.

Exiled – Welcomed – Reviled.

Recoiled.

All I am is Love.

All I am is calm.

All I am is the stirring of the next storm swelling – nonstop – beautifully – terrifying – adventure destined within me.

Phoenix – Pinned – Colours on the Mast.

Eyes evaded – Hidden – All Seeing Eye.

I am not blinded by your colours – so don’t ever dim mine.

My rudeness is your blindness.

Your judgement – my strength.

My wiring – your offence.

Electricity firing – sparking – triggering connections – misfiring’s – miswirings – tongues flying.

Verdicts – conclusions – hidden intents.

My words spin circles.

A lifetime of silence – These White Flags are Immense.

No arms to catch – surround – Protect – caress.

Alone – empty shell – watch my ugly – ReIgnite.

Feathers to Ashes.

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Reinvent.

3 comments

  1. I love how you weave through these intense contradictions, from “Alone” to “Surrounded,” and the way you explore how others’ judgments and blindness to your truth fuel your strength. There’s something so raw and unapologetic in your declaration of being both the storm and the calm. I think what stands out most is the tension between the external world’s perception of you and your inner self, how you’re constantly navigating that space, trying to understand where you fit in it all.

    It’s intense and almost frantic at times, but it also speaks to a deep resilience, a fight for your own truth, even in the face of misunderstanding. There’s beauty in the chaos you describe here. It’s like you’re saying, “I may be broken, but I’m also exactly who I am meant to be.” This poem is so relatable, and I think it captures a lot of what people go through when they’re trying to reclaim their sense of self in a world that sometimes feels like it’s constantly trying to define us.

    Keep writing, there’s power in this.

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