Displaced
my body is revolting against my soul
my soul is revolting against my body
my insides are under attack
and every once in a while
moments like these
I remember
the exact moment in the third grade
when the words, “internal conflict” were uttered
my eyes teary
jaw clenched
and back tensed
against that plastic blue chair
and I -
could finally give a name
to that
rumbling
crashing
aching
within
my body is revolting,
so is my soul
and I can no longer
find solace, a home
in the discomfit of my skin, or the crumbling of my bones
or the unfamiliarity of my reflection
but at a distance
amidst this chaos
I hear a roaring
a faint, gradual
rebuilding
and a crash
a rebuilding
then a crash
and a rebuilding once again
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