By that which I am,
to which I am seen,
I cannot remove
that which is seen of me.
But by which I am seen
by that of my own eyes,
I can rearrange my own sight,
of those that assume to define me.
Seen as rather by a gift,
than by a preconceived burden,
I enlighten my clearest of senses
to the reach of identity within.
Through recent inciting capability
proven in a flash of red and yellow light
the burn of the bird and all it's might
marked the beginning of my unrestful night.
At the least this thought did consume,
my assumption was proved to be true,
however not by immediate action
but shortly after my first reaction.
Through the effect of a tested heart
I shut out in order to search within.
Speaking not of recent revelation
but enjoying the presence of releasement within.
From highest of peaks to lowest of valleys,
I study my own routes and routines,
of whys and hows I conclude still
I have yet found next of what to do.
Then from such a common question
answers slowly do I proceed
that from prior need to run I should rather
decide in which I stay and lean.
I lean into the deepest understanding
opening doors to pain and darkness hidden within.
My realizations begin to work fluidly like streams
in order to mend broken seams.
So many times before, I questioned
now I in gratitude must conclude,
no matter my own recent realization
of miraculous a gift been given to me.
But still remains by that which I am,
to which I am still seen,
I still cannot remove
that which is still seen of me.
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