I understand that people change, and yet I fail to understand why they feel the need to use me as a stepping stone to traverse the inexorable rapids of said change.
Why must I face incapacitation during your process of self-evolution?
I suppose the answer is that I allow myself to be used. As for why? I haven't quite figured that out myself. No matter how much I'd like to call it an involuntary response, somewhere inside, there's a fully perceptive segment. Perhaps it stems from my need to feel useful? That seems likely. However, if that were the case, I wouldn't be reduced to an insurmountable state of emotional starkness. A mystery it remains; how poetic.
Sorry to deviate from poetry but I needed release. Thank you for your support.
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Poems of an anchor
PoetryI'm a poet, and yes, I know it I am very fond of poetry and writing. I'm the kind of person who never verbalizes my feelings. I prefer to write them down, transforming them into literary works of art. Words bear comfort and catharsis for my heart an...
