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Introspection


I'm not sure how it happened, but

I woke up one day to realize

I haven't aged in a very long time

These bodies don't define who we are

My soul, my conscience contains

Every fractal and anomaly which make me 'me'

It hasn't changed since the day I was born

This body has aged and grown and broken

Slowly turning to dust

It changes around me and affects me

But it doesn't change me

The world will keep changing around me

But it will not change ME

I have heard it said

That adults are still just children masquerading

Because that's what we're expected to do

But what happens after the drive home from work

Stepping off the school bus

Jogging up the street

Crawling into your room, your sanctuary

What happens when the lights go out?

Who are you really, when the rest is empty

And can you tell me truthfully

Look me in the eyes and say

That you've aged a single day?

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eli.winter

I am a book-lover with depression and social anxiety. Writing poetry is how I vent and process things.

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