A part of me waits,
In contentment,
with what i have become.
Another part of me, however,
The hidden side of me,
hates the person i have chosen to be,
Loathes the creature i am,
knows that change is inevitable,
and awaits something greater to arise.
It waits for me,
that creature of habit.
And hopes for a better,
brighter future.
It longs to see white shores,
on a full moon night,
surrounded by black waters.
It yearns for a peaceful place,
A safe place.
Where I,
As a whole,
May feel protected.
Not for some time will if feel that,
that clarity,
that immisery.
That sense of propriety.
But soon,
I feel,
Soon.
And soon myself,
Again as a whole,
Will rest under a clear night sky,
And i will feel,
together once more.
Eventually,
Finally,
At rest with myself,
as never before,
So shall it be.
Then i will rise complete,
and mobile,
And,
At last,
Real.
As I have never felt,
Soon shall i feel...
Alive.
