If I could not know myself
Everything a reaction of my past
A trauma hammer
If I didn´t know my own desires
That I got close to wanting things
That would destroy my very life
If I didn´t understand myself
The grief at bad decisions
The cliffs I´d fall from
The world an imposing mystery
Unreadable and scornful
Unreasonable and harsh
No hand hold
To lift myself closer to the summiit
Each fall´s concussion...
dumbfounding the journey
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