…What’s meant by the self, it feels so personal when first spoken out loud to the self.
…It’s a wonder how it’s particulars can be stripped away; to adopt what another self means about its self.
…Or is it, the self can be weaponized and mobilized into meaning many selves, to the point of donning and handing out hardhats, handguns and ammunition’s to other selves.
…Just like the one self that handed it to the self, that identifies with the self, that handed the self a portion of its self, in a attempt to spread out, self.
…Where does self ends, and where does self start.
…Can the self contaminate self? Or is there but one self, that exist here and there; yesterday, today and tomorrow…
…Could it be there is but one self, looking into a mirror at self.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 30th, 2022 01:29
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
indeed
first, we must find
'ourselves'
to excavate
from within: the meaning
of self..
(in my humble opinion)
thought provoking
thanks for sharing
dear poet
Thanks for reading and leaving a comment.
Great poem, and yes it is 'self' I think in all ways it were we start and end.
Thanks for your input, greatly appreciated.
You are so welcome, enjoyed
As the policeman said to me. You only have yourself to blame, and that's why you're attending this self-awareness class today.
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