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title: Envelopment
week: 12
date: 2024-03-25
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my blankets of comfort,\
me of home and of world\
made sense once before,\
now all come unfurled

at home, I was me,\
proud, strong and hiding\
awaiting being found,\
scared, time was biding

in the world untrue,\
they don't all need to know\
how much can I keep in,\
at identity's plateau?

all fades away one day,\
who am I, in truth?\
wrapped up in this parcel,\
the bane of tender youth
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Skin turned callus\
Shocking how very thin\
Protecting what within\
Safe from malice

Callus turned scab\
I say it's just a cloak\
An eggs shell to my yolk\
rough as stone slab

Scab turned to scar\
Am I changed, or left raw\
What verdict should I draw\
Thoughts so bizarre

Scar turned putrid\
Left so unattended\
No longer defended\
Efforts mooted