Control
Forgotten flower
No scent of perfume
Nothing but the dust now
Building pace, steaming up
For disintegration comes
I won’t be held responsible
Look into a mirror
Don’t recognise myself
Trying to remember who I am
Father, voices inside my body,
They are not my own
If only I was strong
I would take control,
But the fact is I am weak.
posted by tzb at 1:22 pm
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YOU REALLY BELIEVE YOU ARE "WEAK"?
In that moment I believe I was, and I believe we all are at times. For all our induvidual strengths, each of us is undermined by weakness.
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