slow but steady I sink
I sink into the unknown.
no longer am I satisfied
with what is overtly shown.
the world spins, and yanks, and shoves me
but I now feel my insides beat
and though I hear the world chiding
I continue sinking in.
those outside demand I keep up
that inside reminds me to feel
and the stretching oppositions
hurt and break me as I heal.
No more do I deny my insides,
yet I refuse to reject the world.
for both complement each other,
as sacred halves of one whole.
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