Those monsters are still boiling in the crucible.
They drag me back, drive me, set fire to every fibre of my being and give false notions about my identity.
Those masks are not me, but everybody thinks so. A face is a lifelong possession, but it is concealed behind the different masks I don every day. Sadly, it is not out of choice, like I choose apparel.
Authenticity struggles to liberate itself – in fact, struggles to find its identity, unable to separate itself from the cauldron. It does not like getting vaporised, hence, plays hard to crystallise.
I hate Emotions….
Weekend Writing Prompt #191 – Crucible
Creative Experiments and More 
feelings rule the day
no matter what son tom may say
intolerance
fuels his fire
and desires fa control
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ah, the complex tapestry of being human!
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You described it so well. Thanks, Na’ama!
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Thank you! 🙂
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This is such a great take on the prompt word, which I personally had never heard of actually. Emotions can be hard sometimes.
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Being a chemistry student, I ‘ve seen liquids boiling in crucibles, but linked it to emotions after many decades. One needs to go through life 😊
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