Narcissistic Narrative © 2009

Written by Glen Yumang Manese

Once blamed God are for my attributes.

Only to look into his grace tells otherwise.

Years have passed in gaining the truth.

Denial sets in like ice over the skin.

Trap my body in suspended animation.

While many see the full spectrum of color.

Everything through my eyes is grey.

Touching is an instrument of my craftsmanship.

Dull and lifeless is graphite to a white sheet.

Everyone else is painting arrays of pastels.

Shadows and light limit my ability to concede.

Why not give up the venture altogether?

 Turn against the rule of injustice.

Write the subjective matter instead.

Create my artistry with vivid words.

Magnify the intensity of my portraits.

Not draw back in seclusion of purgatory.

A gift is not a box wrapped in paper.

Only open and see a narcissistic narrative.

One must see an empty shell as the real endeavor.

What’s put in the container is life-giving.

What’s taken-out of the entire possible avenue?

Blends my character was made to be in life.

The fire is slowly melting a release to be over.

This eternal slumber awakes to finish.

The time has come once more to be whole.

Limitation no longer holds power over my actions.