It crawls in the deepest parts of me,
A want; a need
An insecurity waiting for relief
A misconception seeking for correction
A love squirming for a beholder
All these things and more
Choreographing my life,
Dictating my stance.
No more,
Liberty stirs in my veins,
A helpless serenity that surfaces
A truth based coup
Forming in the midst of righteousness,
A courteous flee of doubt,
Leaving me naked,
Stripped of all I once knew-
Presenting to me the new.
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