The Snake and Its 'Tale'

I’m desperate, and want to be. Living in numbness for so long feels like nothing apparently. Loss of sense, loss of awareness, lack of care to the ones who matter. And no I don’t see much value in another, the glance at myself through their reflection has me appreciating the meeting. And hopes that my image is stained in their vision, to either project more out of, or to emulate. We need more of me here. Only because kindness is needed. Only because strength is needed. Only because balance is due. I’m desperate to meet the standards of the minimum and the approval of the minority. I’m desperate to see the other side and make it out myself alive. Only because I want to finally live. Only because I miss what it is like to be amongst the people. And I used to feel disappointed in humans. And retreat due to loss of faith and so tired of genuine heart break. But I long to breathe again, and the intimidation of those so vicious is appealing to me now as I don’t feel much else to lose. And maybe more to gain by being my best self inside, even if… the thing planted within me changes me further. Am I here for my own experience or the directive of myself in smaller form. I feel married. Joined by the father and mentored by my mother to be ready for the thing that changes my name and makes me a star. Giving birth to my future generations and nurturing them to build greater nation. Always being appointed and tied in a ring with a commitment to stay within. I feel chained in my oaths, and desperate to do so. I feel safe in this way. And soon, you will know. You want to be anointed, is that so.