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The Wounded Self
If I could be my ego death
The pain of love could be outrun
I could forget
The distance of your womanhood
To peace succumb
Dissolute and self-effaced
No mirrored shadow of desire
I could achieve
Sunder of hard material
Breakdown of inner pride
The wounded self seeks healing
To wholly disappear
But necessary still to rise
To bear the weight you find to be
Too heavy to ignore
Buried by a hail of tears
Offshore. And I meanwhile
Devout and strong
Bowed to my need, approach
The self-abandonment where I belong.
poem
by
Frank Bana
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