I hesitated and was lost.
But there seemed much to doubt, to me.
The maxims made no sense at all,
And crumbly, the truths that I was taught.
I tried to
assimilate them,
But found them to be old wineskins
That couldn't hold new thought nor wine.
Bursting at inappropriate times,
They made a mess of me and life.
I turned to
dissimilation,
And there I found a better friend,
One who would gladly take me in
Just as I am, without the mask,
Able to hold me, skin, and cask.
Ironic, the annihilation
Was really what cracked the truth within
Out to a place where it could reign.
The lying wonder was liberator—
The devastation my Excalibur—
Excommunicated into Salvation.
-jenn long
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