Today I am…
I am blank…somewhat hidden
I am bare… A featureless void
I am aloof detachment… pondering nothingness.
I am anxiety… yearning for the return of my usual fervor.
Feeling something inside unaccounted for…
I am not detached or uncurious, nor lethargic.
I feel a pale need, a flaw, a slight ache…confusion.
How am I deficient and fragmented?
And I am told…you are not either of those things at all.
You are just a moment passing,
And it is your choice how to feel about it.
I am love…the greatest something that came from nothing
I am acceptance of what is fragmented and flawed
And all knowing and unknowing.
I am brightened and present, shadowed to a perfect depth.