Myself, The Enemy
What is change
but the movement
of body and soul
the inspiration
for new
for scary
for what is beyond the now
A desire to be
something different
something better
To be someone beautiful
amazing
the kind of person my dog thinks I am
Not the tortured of confused
the hated or abused
I want to be victorious
to win
against the nay-sayers
but most of all myself
I am my greatest opponent
my own worst nightmare
what I wouldn't give
to let it go
and embrace the movement
To fight myself
the enemy
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