‘Human’ is a shape
Free me from the chains of being human
it’s a shape I just can’t fit
I’ve tried so hard to make the best of it,
all to no avail, it’s a grave and septic betrayal
if I choose to exit quick,
drag me far from view, splinter and sand me
then send me off to sea,
to dwell behind every wave that breaks
I’ll soften gently, erode and reshape
destine, finally to fit my fate
and as the healing season wakes
I’ll re-root and re-establish my meaning
my thoughts, I’ll nurture before seeding
and then I’ll grow, to be made capable
of dealing with ‘human’ once again
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