Vivacity

my self considers

consistent truth,
conclusions
stagger to me,
notably imperfect, finding
it can sometimes be
a struggle to grow.
my second self
keeps whispering,
pillow-talking that mouse
in me,
she
oh she, that me
is so tired of hurting,
being too shy,
too sad to cry,
begs me to breathe,
run a finger slowly down
the smallest vein in my brain
just to feel, inhale deep.

and I say yeah,
FUCK IT!

then choke on the very first try,
might be the first laugh in
a thought shouldered close,
what I'm standing outside of
is so much bigger than I.
life thunders desire
to seek, pursue,
the unfair taking pause
in my venting to you,
no cold-water-toe-test,
it's try and try,
climb and dive deep,
splash vivid color into
rush hour sleep,
this, my "only" life,
inspired need,
to caution the ugly, to
leave me be,
summon beautiful vivacity,
jump high off the edge, scream,
ok, let's go,

"come get me!"

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