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Sep 03
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I am the Monkey

The monkey is looking at me
it's eyes full of words
full of questions
Those eyes ask me
What is your name?
My lips peel open in a rush
I don't know
It's on the tip of my tongue
but I'm beginning to forget
Why are you forgetting?
I sigh
I wish I could tell you
the monkey seems to pause
his charcoal fur smokey
like an apparition
his eyes seem to be shifting in depth
as though he is looking deeper in his mind
Do you know who you are?
I begin to speak
but the words get caught because
I can't seem to remember that either.
At last I reply,
I am me.
The monkey's drooping lips seem to smirk
That's correct, but tell me girl, what is "me"?
What is "me" made of?
I am the monkey,
made of paper and ink,
tell me girl, what are you made of?
I feel cold
I don't know how to answer the monkey.
My stone lips hoarsely whisper
I don't know who I am yet,
I'm just a bunch of pieces,
that frightens me.

The monkey seems to soften
his hard lines becoming 
wise wrinkles
That's alright, it's okay to not know
but the future is coming fast girl,
so keep all your pieces close
build yourself up with them.
Remember who you are
stay true.
So it will all be okay?
I won't fall apart?
It will.
You won't.
My eyes open
fluttering to life,
perhaps it was a dream?
Perhaps it was my conscience?
I will probably never know
but now I sometimes breathe,
under the chatter
under my breath
I am the monkey 
and the future's coming fast.
 

 
 
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  1. Spoopy_Mouse
    Sep 03, 2019

    This is so introspective and beautiful

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  1. JordanSara
    Sep 03, 2019

    Thank you!

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