• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 09
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The Ocean’s Edge

Blindfolded at the ocean's edge,
I can't seem to find my place,
Distanced from the chirping chatter
no longer society's friend.
I've tasted the vacant outlook,
The belly of unrest,
Perhaps it's the belly of the whale
that leads to finding faith again?
I can't seem to find any shells
to gather upon this jaded shore,
I've been blinded for so long,
Now I'm longing to find myself,
My essence,
Not the apple, but its core.
Costumes I've worn, recycled identities
formed in fear of rejection.
The blindfold, I created,
Now I'm creating its undoing,
Arms at my side, ready to dive into freedom.
Losing the mask,
Losing the Blindfold.