Literature
I mean, I am
In the caverns of the mind's abyss,
Where memories stir with a ghostly kiss,
"I mean, I am," a mantra cried,
In the silence where fears reside.
Through the corridors of inner strife,
Where battles rage to claim my life,
"I mean, I am," a plea so raw,
Yearning to break free from the claw.
In the labyrinth of doubt and pain,
Where doubts devour, leaving stains,
"I mean, I am," a truth untold,
In the heart's deepest, darkest fold.
Through the chambers of desire's flame,
Where passions burn with a fierce acclaim,
"I mean, I am," a flame that yearns,
For freedom from the soul's churns.
In the recesses of the soul's retreat,
Where shadows mingle with defeat,
"I mean, I am," a whispered cry,
Seeking solace 'neath the starry sky.
In the crucible of self and fate,
Where destinies weave and intertwine,
"I mean, I am," a vow to be,
Embracing all that makes me free.
So let the echoes of "I mean, I am,"
Resound within, like a sacred psalm,
For in that truth, I find my
