Identity | Poetry
Mar 18, 2024
identity diverges into two paths
rock & sand
there is simply no middle ground
as the winds of fate change again, stressing your footing, circumstances are poor, hope is lost, the fire of destiny is a smoldering flame.
the winds test your footing, your identity
robed in darkness, uncertainty & fear, stand at the door and knock
small bubbles of laughter surface, slowly,
before dilating into a geyser
laughter bursting from the rock that is my identity
unshaken & laughing in the winds of change
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