I Have Myself

There was a time when I wanted to be alone

little voices in

my head

said

you don't need anyone because

no one needs

you

 

Those words were all I could hear 

they blinded me from seeing 

anything 

particularly, my- 

self 

anxious 

solicitous

appre-hen-sive

I was lost in a sea of words and 

ideas that I created    -    -    -    -    But I was saved 

by myself 

or not 

me 

my heart 

didn't agree

with my sea

it showed the rest of my being 

how to create, control

but also to release the ideas that

I could not understand

 

Paint is a solace

Imagery harbors thought

And three-dimensionality so zealous to my heart---

my concept is now a brain

my own 

I define it as: 

appetent

yearning and 

fervent. 

An ability to accept love of love 

and there was a time I wanted to be alone

but I am never alone when I have 

myself 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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