“I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel.”
— Warsan Shire
We are not, nor should we be, immutable.
All things change,
The seasons as the earth spins round the sun,
The wind as air heats and cools,
The symphony of sounds as day turns to night.
We are no different,
We can and should change,
And yet we rail against it.
We hold this notion that must alway know who we are and thus must never change,
Yet we still know the earth as the seasons change,
We still know the air as the winds change,
We still know the songs of day and night no matter how they change.
To know yourself does not mean you cannot change,
But simply that you must accept change knowing that regardless it is still you.
⚜️🍂October🍂⚜️
The roller coaster of the struggle bus is absolutely impressive some days.
♱ dark ♱
Arthur F. Kales, The Thirty-Nine Steps. (1882-1936)
I am but a humble, queer poet and writer seeking merely to find that spark of inspiration that may one day be kindled into an inferno of creation.
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