My scars don’t define me
They are merely scratches on the surface of this body
This body that I hold
I am my body and my past, but it is not me
That’s how I gain my confidence
By knowing I am so much more than my physical
I’m actually not what’s visible at all
I am a mind, and a soul, that can’t be seen only felt
Can not be explained only experienced
I love the body that contains me
Even tho it has been harmed
I love the bones that keep me upright
Structures and alarmed,
with triggers and buttons that only I know best
But I am missing one button that allows me to rest
I know the procedure, but don’t have the code
My body is a machine, that I must decipher
If I want to be released from this world
I must try to figure out combinations and patterns and passwords
To fully experience myself, I must understand the key
To unlocking to door, to set me free
My body is mine, but it is not me
The world is a place that I can’t quite see
Can’t see past the glass windows mistaken for eyes
or feel past the sensors thought to be skin
or the control centre…my mind
Taylor
Tag: philosophy
Unseen
Tripping over reality
Or under it
And seeing the unseen
What we cannot observe through the naked eye
Not even with enhanced vision
Unlocking corners of our mind
Observing a collision
Between reality and something else
But what is the something else that remains unseen
And will there come a day where it can be
Taylor