Making a ‘Living’

We exit the train
Methodically and in order
The working heels striking the ground
Drumming away a chorus of forced formality

Expressionless and void
In the company of many
Yet isolated and singular
Fading is our essence of community

Is this the great tempo of life?
Losing ourselves to sustain ourselves
Only united in one similarity
Our submission to this economical machinery

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This is Me

A chance to recreate

An introduction where I will defy your preconceptions

Or rather, your misconceptions

No longer will I comply with your blurbs for my life

Blurbs which did not capture me

Not in interest

Or in personality

I’m the one with the restart

I’m the one with the pen

It’s not a new me,

This is me.

This is my tale.

And this is my poetic license.

Photo: Writing process shot. It was a napkin scribbling kind of day.