There’s this part of me that I think will stay with me, It’s me sojourning across a recalcitrant turbulent sea, There’s this part of me that’s a weave of the night, I often try to push it away when I write. There’s this part of me that I have lived with, Sometimes it cuts through me like a scythe, Sometimes I struggle to keep my mind in its place, Bring it from going around the space. I tell my friends that I’m not who they know on the outside, I explain that the true me resides deep inside, Only if they could walk through my door, Then they might understand what lies in my core. There’s a part of me that’s recalcitrant to change, A part that’s deep and strange, Though I still search for perpetual light, I have learnt to seek the stars in my night. Third Place Podium Finish in Poetry Soup Contest.