To become greater than yourself you have to become more than what you think you were. Who are we really?
My flesh lives in fear although my soul simultaneously lives in hope. Entrapped by social fears and financial restraint, I am free to do anything.
Beauty within reach yet so far away. I am in love, but self loathe. I feel uneasy in my own skin. Pain curbs my will and my flesh steals my might. I want to be free, to feel at one.
I proclaim I am clear minded and worry free, yet I ponder after every interaction “am I good enough” “could I do better” for the world, other people, myself and for this life?!
I question myself. Am I trying too hard to fit in? Is it wrong to be better than I was yesterday, to question myself, my motivations and morals? To be more than I was?
Broken throughout time, and yet unjustifiably pieced together with it, I believe there is more to just existing.
Unequivocally irreversibly enlightened. I have more layers than the proverbial onion. Try peeling them back, you may well cry.
My soul yearns for more. I am stuck within four walls and a shell. My body, my home. Life.
Like a caterpillar I await transcendence within my cocoon. I am just waiting to fly.
ML MALTA 2020