rebirthA Poem by clarenota
you asked me to start writing again,
I told you I had nothing to ramble about. nothing to stand for, nothing to vent over paper. nothing I can say to make people think or feel anymore. thinking about that, I then realized how much of nothing I've become. no social interactions, not caring, no feeling. numb to society in general. but at the same time, I've expressed the feeling of being too much. too much for people to handle, too much to be wanted by someone, too many issues. too many worries. too many freckles maybe. I don't know where I lie anymore. I don't know how I really came to Limbo within myself, between too much and too little. am I a shachra of myself? I am the positive space within my negative space. and vice versa. I have too much love sometimes, I have too much care sometimes. I have less tolerance to negative backlash of the energy I emit which results to hypersensitivity. hypersensitivity leads me to my cave of isolation. my feelings cancel out. at least, the good thoughts then dissolve. and what I am left with is a black and white image. never really thought I'd write one of these about myself either, so maybe I'm too egotistical or maybe I'm not confident enough to talk about myself. there's never been a balance of me. maybe some are brought to the world without a yin to their yan. maybe that's where soulmates come into play. they bring the piece you're without. maybe it's the color of your negative image. maybe it's the friend you never had. maybe it was the hand you were never given to hold. and maybe people are supposed to be broken. maybe you're supposed to be unbalanced and confused. until the person enters your life and balances you out again. maybe that's how you know they're the one. © 2017 clarenotaReviews
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