Self's Solitray Cell - Not Life Sentencing

Foolish of me Dear Sister
from my life I feel
I nearly let your presence pass
Though one day we must let go
from all we embrace in this life
forever loving while remaining unattached

Dear brother I feel I let you down
those times I often ran my mouth
allowing ego to dictate half of
what I say and write
Please believe this phase I've passed
my words still playing catch up
with my life's current act
For creative emotive spark
so often I've dipped into
the dark dissonant ink well of my past.

The need to mature beyond mere words
and self perception manipulation
In order for the umbilical chord of
true growth to take hold
feed manna nourishment to the soul
of the ego must let go
Must not allow mind to falter under
all the hard bound volumes of faulty imaginings
never lose the sense of one toiling
distinction's day to day material assembly line
nasty habits will die with effort applied
sentences habitually begun with I
I me my mine
cancerous self generated
mutative pronouns
eating away at the healthy body of mind

I have visions of daily births
sin's syringe puncturing pure skin
toxic individual
identification inoculation
keeping the cosmos regenerative
life force chained to the earth

luckily the tangible escape route has been laid out before us
knowing the solitary cell of self not to be life sentencing

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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