past versions
subconscious gremlins
buried beyond visible range
show no eagerness
to be discovered
they assert themselves
with subversive action
claim no credit for success
and go back silently
to their dark caves
I’d like to kill them
rather than claim ownership
till a streak of light
emerges in serpentine motion
holding a compliment,
appreciation or acceptance
of my authenticity
and I wish it stays
beneath imposed identities
fake facades, mesmerizing masks
shadows that reflect my soul
gain prominence
with this shape-shifting streak
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Wow! This is awesome! I love that the last line of my poem inspired you. In fact, this is a great idea and a wonderful way to promote each other.
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Thoughts do move in this manner. It is only about assimilating, acknowledging and presenting it 🙂
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Deep and delightful… 🤍
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Thanks a ton!
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Awesome 👏🏼
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Thank you!
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Most welcome
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