Existence, and the question of whether I

No-body and anomalous in the judgement of untold eyes

Will survive my flesh, unarmored and vulnerable

or

Will mistrust and the misdeeds of life, endlessly dress me for war

I mis-taken

Under the right stars, I had been

More than trial and fail, fault lines and abandonment

I was an acrobat of certainty, and beautiful in graphic detail,

Each of my flaws

Put on display, ridiculed and compared

I am neither victim, nor victor

I am monstrously human, navigating with no direction, no end point seen

Effortlessly walking through walls I’ve built and secured, with each promise and every blame

I free what I’ve been given, I’m released by any who’ve taken

Existence, and the question of whether I

Have a name,

that will last upon the tongue

E.A. O'Connell. December 2018