At times like these, I cease to enjoy
My own company, and long for someone
To pull me out of the fire of my mind.

But now, I have no one. This, I realise,
Is the perfect time to learn how to
Rescue myself from mushrooming worries
That are nurtured by the darkness
And dung in which I keep them.

Had I made myself acceptable,
She would not have accepted me,
But merely a work of fiction
To which I lent my face.

To make myself acceptable is
To make it impossible for anyone
To accept me; to make myself
Acceptable is to make myself
Unacceptable to myself.

This is the circular argument
I need to end; the cycle I need
To break; the self perpetuating fire
From which I must learn to haul myself
Before I am naught but ashes.

04/21/2016

Posted on 06/05/2016
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