My mind is a tangle of complex roots,

That intertwine and wrap around,

Like the branches of a tree.

They dig deep into places that even I,

Want to but fear to know;

Because a vault of dark secrets hide there.

No matter what I go through,

Despite all the complications I’ve endured,

My mind is still young and fresh,

Open to any troublesome thoughts,

Open to hurt and sorrow.

Confusion, you see I have been stupid.

A fool who took too long to be a person.

What doesn’t make sense now,

Makes sense in the future; near or far.

-themeekarestillhere

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