Transient states
Erratic, dismal, hyper and then
Like a pen trailing off
All is calm, all is still.
Growing up
Your heart tearing
Emotions overspilling
Like clumsy wine sloshing over the side.
Finding self
Is like finding a needle in a haystack
There may be plenty of fish in the sea
But how do you point out the one
That is you, in a school made up of a million
Individuals
Each swimming
Breathing, being, talking
Chattering all at once.
What am I?
What is self?
One hive mind
Expected to accommodate for
The cookie cutter clean look
Pictured in the magazines.
I am a flurry of ideas, self-doubts, what ifs
But also of adrenaline, charisma and daydreaming.
My self is not a slot easily categorised
I feel how I feel
And are what I am.
Me.
Artwork: Kate Powell https://uk.pinterest.com/moonwolf1/artist-kate-powell/
