THE PRODIGAL IDENTITY

It's eeringly easy to become other people At the snap of your fingers, you could changeSnap! Just like that! Before you even realise it, you're no longer youYou struggle with an identity You're drawn into the shadows, grasping for something, anythingScrambling for bits and pieces of meaning Of purposeYou become lost and stuck in the dark for an awful long timeA time long enough to grow a seedling into a treeBut even that tree has blossomed, wilted and died before you realize the reason for your endless chase of shadowsA new seedling has begun to take the place of the old one before you realize you're struggling because you're no longer youBefore you realize you have slowly slipped into the life of a stranger You did so subconsciouslyYou didn't realize when it was happeningIt happened too easilySlowly, but fastFast but slowSo you didn't notice you were now planting on foreign landIt seemed rightIt seemed seamlessIt seemed like the most destined thing everLike it was meant to beSo you didn't know it was the path of the shadows The path that would leave your fingers raw, bare and bloodied from digging the earth Desperate to find a meaning An exit When your senses become aware that you have become trapped in an identity that is not your ownThat the reason for your endless groveling is your identity swapYou start to wonder how it happenedYou don’t know that while you spent time with other people Absorbing every word that emanated from their mouthsInhaling their very essenceHanging on to every mannerism they displayedYour blood rushing as your interest grew, lighting up your eyes whenever you were with themYour heart warming and your fingers tinglingThe rest of your body joining the bandwagonWhile all this was in the mix, you lost yourself You forgot who you were, your essence, your roots, what you stood forAll of that got thrown into the windYour sense of self, forgotttenAnd that was when, pardon my French, it all went to shitYour purpose, however, becomes something elseSomething newTo find yourself againNo, not the one you were before you slipped into a foreign essence The one you were before you crossed paths with these other peopleThe version of you when you were aloneYour soul and thoughts bare, loud, and echoing in your ears.The version of you that didn't feed off another soulThat didn't believe someone else was better That didn't place other people on a pedestalThat believed your way was supremeThat was comfortable in their own identity That was content in their essence And when the new seedling becomes a treeYou're more than ready to preserve it To keep it flourishing And to keep basking in your own authentic and original self.

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