I am greater than words on a page.

Diplomas and documents simple keys but not the door.

Black and white too one dimensional.

Lines too straight and without creativity.

Those keys are just accessories meant to be used as needed.

Mine to choose from.

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Physical or mental limits are not the door either.

The chains that restrict but do not stop movement entirely.

The door still exists despite the chains.

Harder to get to but available.

A natural occurrence forming like vines in an ignored garden.

Unable to be completely pulled out but not defining my soul.

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I am not other people’s judgments.

Accurate as a fun house mirror.

Showing essence but one dimensionally and distorted.

A map but not the actual land.

Dog eared and stained by history.

A poor representation of complexity.

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I am self defined.

Greater than my history or yours.

A soul living between oblivion and elation.

Far bigger than words or the human body.

A spirit traveling unbroken ground with a different perception.

I am self defined.