r/ThirdEyePoetry • u/crownlessarchive • 1d ago
Poem š borrowed freedom.
Somewhere between writing them
and writing myself into them,
I misplaced the border.
Now I cannot tell
whether I gave them my darkness
or borrowed theirs
and forgot to return it.
They became everything
I discovered could not bear to be aloud.
And Iā
became very good
at calling that freedom.
ā Crownless.
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u/greyskulls18 1d ago
I'd never considered that perspective... Darkness can be borrowed. hmmm.
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u/crownlessarchive 1d ago
Perhaps. Though sometimes the borrower and the borrowed are the same person.
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u/Obviouslybroken 1d ago
Relatable... Love it....Very awesome āØļø