i
don’t think definitions are simple
clearly
defined by labels
one
size fits all
you
are, because…
i
am, because…
i
am still peeling the layers off
my
acrid onion
eyes
watering from what is exposed
the
understanding from what is revealed
brings
no relief
no
peace
no
surety from a sense of self
in
all my words i’ve never shared
the
essence of a pebble
from
the mountain piled on me
even
though the stone is smooth
to
the touch
from
the erasure of time
which
is why we never truly
feel
loved
because
no one knows
the
name of the angel
we
wrestle with
at
the bottom of jacob’s ladder
requiring
a requiem
before
we can step on
the
first rung
that
leads to heaven
because
none of us understands
the
weight that prohibits us
from
such an exertion
as
climbing and ascension
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