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Stability
A poem
Is it a crime
if I am no one?
Is it a sin
if I am nothing?
Are all these labels
so necessary?
Can I wash them off
and just keep one thing?
Titles, roles, and names;
stuck on the body like leeches,
feeding themselves with blood,
spreading their eggs repeatedly.
Then, they cover all the skin
and we don’t see us anymore.
So, we believe that we’re the leeches
and keep living defeatedly.
I’m not my labels and my titles,
I’m not what I do.
I know this when I’m coordinated
with my eternal epicentre.
I use it as the only stable thing;
impenetrable by wear and tear.
I put my axis on it and hold it tight.
“I am” is my autonomous centre.
Yes, it’s not practical to be
without any title on this sphere.
It is through these roles that we
create value and widening.
But we’re absorbed by them;
that’s where we lose clarity…
