Marked for Identification.
They will find me marked in the forest
Bound by sin.
Suffocated by cycles.
Lifeless by reason.
Reason being insanity.
They will find the sun,
Think it trivial, a girls night out,
A moment of rebellion and young excitement.
They will find the sun and not find me.
They will find life,
Etched on my back.
My self proclamation,
To let live.
LIVE.
They will think it an exploration of history,
A desperate attempt to find myself.
I am here.
You were lost, and I let you find me
They will note the shapes.
Think it juvenile.
Think it a Hollywood trend.
Equate it with oversized sunglasses and wedge heels or rainboots.
They will think.
I will know.
I bore the scars.
I wore the reminder of your sin.
And now, I wear the mark of my self proclamation.
They will find me in the forest.
They will say I lost my way home.
They will say I ran from a darkness
And perhaps
Years later,
In a new school of thought.
They will finally know the attainment of self
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