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IDENTITY CHECK
Tsoane M
Trapped in a basement of despondency
Submitting to its command like a doormat
I’m haunted by self
How do I turn the knob to escape it?
I look for my way and run
The wind finds me
It sways me to left, to the right and to the left again
Anchored by external comfort – affirmation is an illusion
Am I lost?
Am I found?
Where am I?
What am I?
Where do I rid the volume of the voices?
I want to climb up the self-esteem ladder
Slowly I grab the reigns
Not as heavy as envisaged
It’s a battle to reach the top
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