Knowing Oneself : An Act of Torture

Painting of the poem

An illicit lick of your fiery tongue,

It was needed to unbalance me,

And my unconscious surrendered.

Your torture unhinged me,

From the beginning my innocence was lost,

I was never whole…never me.

A mere shadow of my Shadow,

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Philosopher, writer, poet. My main area o research is the human unconscious and how it can be affected by trauma. We are all alchemists, we are ONE!

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Ioana C. Nicolae

Ioana C. Nicolae

Philosopher, writer, poet. My main area o research is the human unconscious and how it can be affected by trauma. We are all alchemists, we are ONE!

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