“Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing.”

– August Wilson


Deconstructing me,
Pick apart threads: underneath
The depth of being.

Reassessing paths,
Signposts, direction pointing
Towards renaissance.

Rearranging thoughts,
A different view: altered
Attending details.

Disassemble those
Disparate parts: equating,
I am but a sum.

Transformation comes
From knowledge: in my control
All is possible.


Written by Internet of Words

Published Writer, 53-ish / Still European / Trauma Survivor / Photos / Exercise / Bisexual / Chaotic Good / HUMAN SPORK / Mental Health / Daily Twitter Short Story / @ProperBard in Residence, My House / Shortlisted & Published Author / Original poems/fiction © IoW 2020