Diverge No More

I haunt myself
with fragments
embodying wonders
of roads not taken
not able to witness where
they could have led
aside from tracings in my eye
gone once focused on

in the pale blue din
of thoughts
intersecting with cross-sections of self
here
yet not really
anywhere
of consequence.

Who would I be without you?

I doubt myself
symptomatic of the syndrome of the imposter
conflicted in
feeling authentic
yet terrified
of titles
that may limit
or
expand beyond means of comprehension
and
tension to be
what others want
expect
and
desire

yet I am
where I need to be
calling to my spirits
to return
to reminisce
about the roads
that lead me here
to you
that lead me here
to me.

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