Sometimes people lose themselves-
Swimming through blockaded passageways
of unchanneled thought and emotion,
searching for a discord.
Flooded with the desire-
to fulfill the expectation of others.
To move the boulders blocking their admiration.
Tearing your spirit-man apart,
you ransack your inner apartment
trying to find the loose link.
If you find it-
then you will be freed from the marble of yourself.
If you don’t find it-
you will wash up on the shores,
of withered seashells,
as nothing but a disassembled
carcass of who you once were.