At the intersection

I live at the intersection
of what I cannot decide and
what I can, constantly struggling
between what I must control and
what will control me.

All that I am is formed at this
intersection, and this life is
crossed by intersecting lines
of beauty as maps that I follow
with pride, and also heavy scars
that remind me of what I
do not own or shape at all.

 

8/3/2019

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