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# To Possess
- URL: https://www.cjb.today/to-possess/
- Published: 2024-09-09T20:49:33.000Z
- Updated: 2024-11-03T17:39:02.000Z
- Description: You were born with everything you need...
- Author: CJB
- Tags: Poems & Poetry, Blog Seeds 🌱, Creativity & Art, Life Musings, Life Quotes, Music & Entertainment, Relationships, Self Love & Improvement, Spoken Word, Spiritual & Philosophy, vss365

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I’ve been told the body is mine—  
to possess, to command, like a house  
built from reclaimed wood and glass,  
hearing the lock click  
when you say "I have."  
  
But every inch I claimed  
slipped through the souls of ghosts,  
haunting me from distant places.  
I press my hands to warm walls,  
they hum under my palms,  
a language that sounds familiar.  
  
I’ve held mirrors up, asked,  
"Is this what it means to own?"  
But possession folds into uncertainty,  
more like a dull ache,  
like loving something that refuses to be loved,  
to belong to me.  
Like trying to catch water in fists,  
it spills and stains my shirt red,  
yet still I'm so thirsty.  
  
To possess is to touch the outline of form  
by tracing it with your fingertips—  
never the full shape,  
never the entire sky.  
  
I have loved like this:  
in pieces, in fragments, whispering a prayer.  
Never all at once.  
Never enough.  
  
You told me you’d stay  
until I understood  
how possession means keeping something  
even when it can never be found.  
Even when it slips under the door  
in the middle of the night  
without making a sound.  
  
But my fists hurt from clenching air.  
And I’m not sure anymore  
what it is I thought I wanted.  
  
Perhaps possession is this:  
to want something so fiercely  
you forget what life is like without it  
and still, you wait for it to return  
one day,  
to rest,   
close to touch,  
if only for a moment,  
before thought takes it away again.

"I created this to explore what a possession is to someone; what does it mean to possess. Poetry is a wonderful tool you can use to chisel out some inner residual truth and emotion. I recommend you also write a poem about "Possess" and add it to the comments or via social media, I'd love to see it. Generally, I hope you find something in this creation to help you in whatever way you need help right now. Take care of yourself"

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