what lies within the hatchet that lays buried in the bottom of the ditch,
it is I,
a symbol of perfection,
falling but not broken,
wanting but not wanted,
smudged dirt from guilt,
dried blood from bitting my tongue trying not to be me,
and swollen eyes from tears because I am,
bearing the truth I rise,
holding back deception,
enigma,
truth or lies,
deep in my mind,
the truth,
not forgotten,
the lies,
keeping the knowledge to keep the world spinning on it's axis,
and the erosion of the seas to form mountains,
find me in the shadows,
read my mind,
and find there beauty,
and the perfection of knowing