Born
into this world
blessed
we crawl
we walk
we speak
years later
we find
we ask
are the words,
our words?
what we don’t question
is whether the feelings
are our feelings.
Are these my emotions?
My way of seeing the world?
Then we read too much, we write too much, we See too much,
we learn
our thoughts
our words
our emotions
may not be ours.
We turn,
and look around,
where next?
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