All I've Got

The depth of which I feel to be
Significant
Of something portentous and meaningful
is the depth to which I feel
I must write.

There’s nothing casual about it.
Yet I hold it at a distance
To better contain and control
Everything that
moves to the surface.

So what I battle now are demons of my own creation.
I’ve walked into a space of smoke and mirrors
with no sense of direction of
what is within and what is without.
Afraid to look at my reflection for fear of finding that
I am who I thought I was.

There’s nothing worse than discovering
You were the one selling yourself this whole time.

You forfeit your right to cry
when you are the cause of your own tears.

How unfortunate.