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In the confines of my mind
Where I have allowed myself to dwell for hours stretching beyond a day, hours stretching beyond the many moons of the whimpering night sky, and languid days of the yawning sunshine
I have remained immobilised by the growing awareness of my unavoidable bright light
Yet the fear gnaws at my shameless repeated insecurities, my exhausted excuses of the white line that I‘ve watched mark a cross on my dreams, on my deeply embedded visions that persist even at the resistance towards my inevitable path.
In the confines of my mind I have allowed myself to delve into the throngs of absolute creativity, where the aches of the imaginative mind pierces through self-destruction, leaving behind droplets of blood stains mixed with ink from a paining heart.
The confines of a creative mind that allowed the many doubts of unjustified criticism to instil a tremendous fear on its psyche, distilling all possible realities that only its’ heart continues to fathom.
The confines of the imaginative soul whose spirit knows no bounds no more, whose spirit rages with multitudes of expressive venom that only the pen can dispel, to expose all damaged internal ramblings and reveal the colours of the eternal seeking soul, whose journey remains with no limits, no exits, no goodbyes, no ending.
