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While rummaging through some old crap I'd written, it appears, around tax time 1997- which explains the content- I found this curiosity: 


Emily, my poet scholar niece, how would you categorize this snippety little thing?


Self

I breathe, I walk, I talk

I exist within my world

It is finite

I have set my boundaries

They are constant

My existence is never pondered

It is only accepted

I never look past my walls

Fear binds me

I don't question that which I cannot understand

I will never understand that which I don't question

I have strength in faith

Inside these walls

I am fearful of nothing

Within them

The arms of my God protect me from curiosity

He creates my world

He shelters me from infinity

My boundaries are his boundaries

I am his creation

He is my creation

He breathes, he walks, he talks

He is me

Now I know I'm my own worst enemy