Patience, my master.Suffering, my muse.Obsession, my dominant disposition.Vigilance, my protector. An opening arises,where I can finally rest my reins.But the moment of stillness never arrives,For legions of ghosts lurk beneath my skin,Unleashed from the archives of the past,Wearing the masks of who I used to be,Returning the burden which almost escaped me. If only I …
A Two Sided Truth 