The Silhouette

Paradox used to be my favorite word.

Until I became it.

And now, I’m so far from who I am
That I couldn’t get any closer
I’m the loudest in the muffled silence,
Most flamboyant in my reluctant hesitance
And most habitual in my stark unpredictability.

And next, freedom will build my prison.
But ever more, weakness will hold my strength
And misfortune my fortune
And I will build everything from my nothing.


*Previously published on and Emphasis Mine facebook in 2016.

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