The deity and the child

Just on the phone with a friend who was imploring me to celebrate myself for all my accomplishments when I said “I’m just me, and I don’t even know who me is.” I’m starting to think I’ll find her when I stop searching for her. 

Searching for Regine

Only leads

To malaise

Finding her

Joy

Is only

Found

When she embraces

The mystery

Within 

Her very 

Mind

Which holds

Keys that 

Unlock

The handcuffs

She’s allowed 

Disability 

To hold

Captive 

The thoughts

That slowly 

Diminish

The spirit

Deity

Placed

In the innermost location

Not known

To ordinary man

The world

Corrupts not

The enemy 

This child 

Faces

Is her own self

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