Please address me as, SHALdo!
In my social awkwardness, I’ve been complicit in the loneliness that I’ve experienced. A loneliness characterised by strangers that know my name; friends and family who - in intrigued smiling salutations - meet the name I answer to, but have no clue about the origins of that name or the values, views, thoughts and beliefs that have informed my identity as governed by that name.
At the very least, poetry is just as therapeutic to me as it is therapy. At best, it’s a mirror - in God’s point of view - with the clearest reflection of self.
In creating, I tinker a lot. I think a lot. I’d like to think I feel a lot. As I’ve been shedding some skin for new feels, I find myself returning to self. I am comfortable and confident to present myself as I am.
I am SHALdo. SHALdo is me. I am him!
I AM, HIM...
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