One more ode to the self

I’m the only Me that I have

How can I loathe Me?

I’m my only vehicle

My only land

My first experience of life

I’m my lonely Me

My hated Me

My darkest Me

My house

My soul

My mind

Nobody would give me another Me to be

How couldn’t I love Me?

My beaten Me

My scared Me

My mistaken Me

My feeble Me

My miserable Me

I have never seen someone quite like Me

As rare

As all the things I am

Why wouldn’t I like Me

If I’m my only Me?

I’m sorry you cannot see Me

I’m not here to be seen

I’m here to be

As you’re there to be, too.

I’m only my only Me I have

The only one I could ever call Me

And I cannot,

By the strength of the fiercest spells,

Terminamos.

…no es que me haya quedado sin palabras, Es que ya no las escribo. …no es que ya no lea, Es que no hay espacio para nada más. Tal vez tú seas un incansable aventurero Buscador de lo eternamente nuevo En un mundo innegablemente viejo. Y yo me he cansado de los imaginarios. …no es que me haya quedado sin palabras, Es que ya ni me molesto. © Grecia Albornoz 2024

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