A Torturing Symbiosis

A (poetic) journey of self-discovering and inner conflict

Photo by Usha Kiran on Unsplash

Pretending starts as a one-player game;
we address everything to ourselves first.
Then, other life actors unfold their talent;
clear truth seems to be curst.

Words that are dressed in white lies.
Postures borrowed by an imaginary “I”.
We are sculptors of fantasy personas
trying to fit Soil into the Sky.

Earthen clay and Conscience;
a strange combination.
Cooperation or imprisoning?
Depends on the degree of initiation.

The chariot toward the Heavens
requires a determined trainee.
The black and white horse
need to hoverstep in harmony.

Until all charioteers expand,
they stand between opposing forces,
fighting with their real and fake self;
a torturing symbiosis.