A hero born of an illusive thought

The poet tends to forget
motivation comes from
the depth one would never
acknowledge as a vulnerable place.
I’ve yet to meet the shamelessness
of one’s proclaim;

“I’ve seen myself in the worst light
I was born to reveal at least once
and didn’t scream.”

_The poet neglects any falsity…

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