Tuesday, September 23, 2014


Diluted molecules
Fragments of expectations
Caught in the weave
Of insecurities
Welded together
Played with fierce

Masks that were
Part of me
To hide the me
I could not be
Particles of possibilities
I could not lace

I wish I was
Though perhaps not
Would I live
Age ossified into
Calcified, calloused certainty
Insecurities welded into predictability

I’ve learnt to love
The spaces
Between the insecurities
I’ve learnt to play with less
Intensity, and
Somewhere between the masks

There is me

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