Renouncing living for overthinking⁣,⁣⁣
Renouncing reality for imagination⁣,⁣⁣
Contemplating the context for their contusions⁣⁣
To forgo the feelings of their healing⁣⁣⁣
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I am an owl that nudges⁣,⁣⁣
At a time when eyes adjust to the dark⁣,⁣⁣
A meeting point of dreams and reality⁣,⁣⁣
Where nothing seems clear, yet everything’s right⁣⁣⁣
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An eagle of reality swoops⁣,⁣⁣
away the mystery of the owl⁣⁣⁣
I thought I saw them lose a part of them⁣⁣⁣
that keeps them alive – the divine source, shrouded in mystery⁣⁣⁣
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They act like it’s alright⁣,⁣⁣
To lose a poem about an owl to the ether⁣,⁣⁣
They go on living without a piece of them ⁣,⁣⁣
Thinking it could have finally completed them⁣.⁣⁣
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But I see them searching for an owl in my eyes⁣,⁣⁣
Hoping to see a part of them in a part of me⁣,⁣⁣
A part of me searches for the whole of them⁣,⁣⁣
Lost in overthinking imagination, contemplating contusions⁣,⁣⁣
To forgo the feelings of their healing⁣,⁣⁣
In order to heal others with their injured words.

NaPoWriMo Day 13: Meeting a poet outside of their poems by @poemsindia

Felt quite uninspired by the earlier prompts on NaPoWriMo’s website and my work commitments made it easy for me to not write. Decided to take a stab at another prompt and since I had promised myself to not feel guilty, hope this poem was worth the wait.