One Way Life

A figure drawn in broken lines,

Symmetry lost, yet still refined,

Eyes hidden from the world’s bright glare,

A mind adrift, beyond compare.

Arms outstretched in endless space,

A body’s form, a fleeting trace,

Between the lines, I find the thread,

Of thoughts unspoken, lightly shed.

Curved and sharp, the edges blend,

Where spirit starts and bodies end,

Geometry beneath the skin,

The outer self and all within.

Organic whispers speak of truth,

A primal force, untouched by youth,

In tangled curls and shaded eyes,

A world of answers, free of lies.

Between the stars, beneath the sun,

This human journey just begun,

Aligned with forces pure and true,

In organic form, I rise anew.