poetry

myth (a poem)

i listen to my
heartbeat;
i pretend it’s all
i need

this warm rush inside
my blood
from all i could not
yet see

and the sharp silence
of truth
from somewhere deep in
that sea

that houses who i
am, where
i’ve gone, who i want
to be

but i know the truth
inside:
i never really
knew me

22 thoughts on “myth (a poem)”

  1. Quite reflective!!

    The heart is deceitful above all things And it is extremely sick; Who can understand it fully and know its secret motives? Jeremiah‬ ‭17:9‬

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