Yes,
You are,
Though as you’ve
Said before,
If you think
You’re either completely
Bonkers, or ten people,
And I think you are
A person for each
She shell you occupy,
Even if at this moment
You are trapped in
The one you’re in,
The one you ache
To escape from,
Carrying with you
That idea that
You might slip away
Unnoticed to some
Remote destination,
Like a wounded ally cat,
To lick the blood from
All the places you’ve
Been bitten,
But you can’t leave
Yet, and so, must lick
Where you are a
And hope it is enough
To cure you enough
To get by long enough
So, you can survive.
You are,
What you are,
And it’s the best
Any of us can hope for,
To be what we can be
At this moment,
Maybe better
The next time round,
If only you can fix yourself
And find another shell
To crawl into
Where you can feel
Safe again.
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