The fibres of my soul are slowly untwining
I can see myself
I'm a sheet of paper being slowly pulled in too many directions
and where I am weakest
the crack forms
At first it seemed to bulge,
my resolve looked strengthened and I was
naive
now the strain shows
Multiple threads which have been clinging together
with forlorn optimism
suddenly
have lost their grip
And now I watch
as I slowly unravel
each thread ultimately succumbing
to the pressure,
to the promise
the allure.
I am torn
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