Within (a poem)
I've wrestled
in my own skin
pouring out the contents within
and casting it off
casting each time
a version of a new self.
Have I arrived?
Will I ever
come to terms with myself?
An epic war
contained in members of dirt
feeble hands
unmentionable weakness
a deep reckoning beneath thinning skin.
Breathe in
reconcile
I am.
