Tween for a day, basking in the intense purple rays of lazy day.
Remembering the way I swam in my own head back then.
Feeling like a fly on the wall, spying and glancing about, only to
find that bubble was at times inescapable. Stuck their in my own head.
Finding way to bloom and shine in my own way.
Newly exposed to the idea of social graces, wanting to now how to react.
Watching my Self rebel against my own sense of progression.
Taking mental notes, just to show them off some other day.
I know my Self as I see my Self but have no idea how others might see me.
I would change my name to Sunny if I thought I could keep up the disguise.
My cheery disposition is so easily pulled under a wave of rip tide.
The dark depth of the bottom of the sea is the only place that does not mystify me.
I can hang out down below as long a it suits my version of Ariel
except for the fact that I feel my Self morphing into Persephone.
Reaching up with torpedo force, I crack the surface and reveal
what every version of my Self decides to show up for the ride of my Psyche.
Sensitive to the reactions of others, I will my way not to over act
but, keep my spinning mind tethered to my bursting heart.
Anxious to not explode into flames, I whirl my inventory of emotions
and check off the list of reasons and then revive a new start.
My aura wafts into the space before I do, and gives my Self away.
Keeping up the pace with so called friends, and non-friends is exhausting
and exhilarating in swirls through me in so many layers.
Vacuum my mind, manifest my heart, managing my hormones can be invigorating.
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