True Creature

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I keep saying goodbye to my light,

I keep finding my true self in darkness,

I keep seeking what seems unattainable.

I seem to rejoice in the miserable me,

Not truly happy, but truly me.

Light was born in different souls,

Not the kind that reverberate through this author,

A writer spirited in mist,

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Lost, seeing itself again and again through the blink of an eye,

Losing itself, again and again through the blink of an eye,

Finding itself looking to the dark to see clearer,

Attaining and losing through the blink of an eye.

There is no clear vision, there is no luminous happiness.

There is only darkness, binding cruel darkness…

But, in the darkness I keep seeking,

Reaching for the epitome of my soul,

Understanding the most silently spoken words,

Keeping an unbreakable attention in myself,

Finding my true creature again and again.