Born of the cutting pain
I
I
Be torn from the normality of the mundane
Daring to become the mouldless me
Defying existence by existing.
Tuesday, 4 June 2013
Playing with poetry
I am the cookie cutter's child
Born of the cutting pain
Bred from the finances and climate of my youth.
Marked by my maker - burnt by the journey to now.
Ican break the mould without breaking myself.
Imust break, crumble at the edges
Be torn from the normality of the mundane
Same as you, as him, as her, as them
Daring to become the mouldless me
Defying existence by existing.
Born of the cutting pain
I
I
Be torn from the normality of the mundane
Daring to become the mouldless me
Defying existence by existing.
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