I have come to a liminal point in life.
Where my own halls feel empty.
My old aspirations a ghost in the corner.
Nothing left but a haunting feeling.
My battle with dualism has burned out.
Leaving nothing but simmering questions.
Where are we now?
Who am I?
Not much left for me to gleam.
All my old problems left by the door.
Although the weight of that baggage still wears me down.
I feel captive.
Where once I kept the inner child locked away.
I am now the one stuck in the cage.
The child is no where to be found anymore.
Only slight whispers left in the void.
Where do I go from here?
When nothing is left to analyze or solve.
What purpose do I serve.
When my fight is done.
All that's left is to let go.
But fear tightens my grip.
For if not a prisoner to my sins.
Who do I become when it ends.
Do I slip away as well.
A forgotten persona.
A rusty tool.
Nothing more.
Than your faithful servant.
In the era of doubt.
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Reflections (Chapter two)
PoetryFollow my rise and Experience my redemption, as I fight back against all that haunts me. There will be poems dedicated to others and how they help me in my rise, and there will be standalones where I forgive those who put me in the pit to begin with.
