Lost and found in sludge

You are lost 
if not held up by others
You fear
finding yourself
in my poetry

It may reveal a soul
hiding behind mirrors
skilfully covered with
stains on my attire
-scars of blame
for being happy with myself
for being lost in my own world

You feel threatened
by your own inadequacy
by your need for acceptance
by your emptiness

so you cast stones
in peaceful waters 
to stir your own venom
toxify a clean pond
and find sludge
to stain my existence

You are lost 
if not held up by others
You fear
finding yourself
in my poetry

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