“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.”
― C.G. Jung
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Wheels in disguise, we born,
On a moment marked precise,
Named out of an impulse of dawn,
Poems, poets, poetry, writing, poetry challenges
I must remember that I am human;
I am able to be broken, manipulated –
I am malleable in the most stubborn of ways
I must remember the spaces between friends;
I need not have someone at the doorstep
The night through while I sleep
I must remember the pain I once felt;
I must remember the joy I once had.
This place,
It’s a bit of a Looney bin,
But
You get used to
The insanity
After a while
,,,