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Gedicht: Self center

As a child, I was always searching,
Struggling to find a true self.
Through childhood’s chaos- creeping, lurching-
My compass lay forgotten on the shelf.

One day, I’ll find my center,
Though unsure where to start.
I wore my skin like just a renter,
Wearing painted masks, a borrowed art.

Now older, I sooth the storm inside,
Escaping roads once rough and cold.
I walk with shadows I used to hide,
And face the truths I used to fold.

Over het gedicht:

It is a proces to find oneself in the chaos of life. New habits, behavior, new paths to walk.