The Disguise
Certainty, you piece of string symbolizing yourself as cloth, You externally disguise yourself so well, like a warm hug to a hurting heart. You even sound soothing, seducing me to your feet, but I shall not kneel. I shall not be wooed by you. I'd rather pardon thy lordship from thy undeserving seat at my throne. Your seduction tricks are just drugs that will get me addicted and turn me into a symbol of over-identification with the self that tries to lure me into spaces I don't want to be in. Your seduction will get me addicted to a level of comfort I don't want to zone in on. Addicted to a form of temporary safety that only seeks to rip me from my nature, my nature of quiet gardens, blown by the whispers of wind and enticed by constantly blooming flowers that seek only to tend to the nature within that is as beautiful without. I just realized I don't seek power, I seek beauty. The trap was believing beauty exists to be admired. In truth, it serves an entire ecosystem wi...