A core deep flaw

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I fought all things taught
all lessons learned all battle
wounds earned. And yet,
here I am, the corner begging
my company, reflection caught
upon the forced crimson pause.
A reflective stance, a core
deep flaw. Strip bare the
necessities of life, remove
my destructive Armour and
I am weak, whole without value.
How will you love me if I calm
the fires that flame upon your
words? Oh! To discover I still
hold harbour to such fears.
Such scars beyond deep,
we learn, learned behaviour,
echo, mimic and resurrect the
the dark shadows of our existence.
We are a reflective stance
of inner needs, nourishment,
eternally perhaps feeding from
each other’s energy, an unstoppable
cycle rotating across our very own axis.

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