My faithless ego walks a circle clearing
a path, a gateway to unease.
I have decided a fresh start
is in order,a progression
from my hidden self.
My soul, that personal me
has hidden behind words
a way to obscure the black hole
I buried myself so to stay
disembodied, incorporate.
Slowly my procrastination has
failed, demanding individuality
show proof of a back bone, giving
strength and reinforcement to
that particular faithless ego.
So hard, so hard to argue with
yourselves, the frightful many
that reside within the innermost
self, sharing your differences
the writer and the hider.
Deep sigh, a mourning, loss
of a hiding place, my surroundings
familiar, but no longer just my own.
My muse is in celebration glorifying
its winnings, redemption, healing.
2007/amawitch