Written by Jacob Ibrag

Changing places. I’ve grown out of this

space. If I stay, this routine will become the

beginning of my extinction. Choice stares into

my tired eyes, variety for the picking. Bones begin

to shake as my teeth get locked into a clench.

Anticipation. Never felt more alive in my

entire existence. Growth ensues from

within, killing the confusion I was

born and plagued with.

Photographer Unknown


20 comments on “Within

  1. Katelyn Hawkes

    I love this.

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  3. Tamara Yancosky Moore

    Very thought-provoking! ā¤

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  4. Is this poem about wanting to get out of the place you’ve lived for so long because you feel trapped, in a way? You want to get away from routine and experience something new.

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  5. amberwritesnonetheless

    Evokes some tangible feels. Well done.

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  6. Wow. This is brilliant.

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  7. St. Rushmore

    Reblogged this on St. Rushmore.


  8. Really enjoyed that.

    Liked by 1 person

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  10. Hi, Jacob! This is a really nice poem of yours. This resonates with what I’m feeling at this juncture in life — and likely does with many people, rightabout now.

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