The Existentialist To stop being a victim of denial isn’t easy It’s like wiping the dust off a hidden picture hanging from a nail rusted twice over Fuelled only by a burning desire that cannot be suppressed The ink soaks it all up, reiterating the boundary between reality and illusion Only now have I realized, the hidden power of words The power it has to lessen the numbness, to melt the icy façade And let truth take over what the complexities of life obscure Your mind. Its as simple as closing your eyes to pray Its as hard as giving up what you love But when you feel both- you’re in a state of paradox And this only the existentialist knows. The plunge is the only way out Into an endless tunnel into a space that will let you be you Whether you resign to the fate of the unknown Or embrace the truth that lies ahead.
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