Friday, February 6, 2015


Is it the reflection that I am denying
The process of counting to myself quietly...1,2,3
I know the point is to shock the sense back into me
But still I try to deny it
The mirror broken to deny a reflection?
Is it the halo I see half hidden
The goodness stuck in between the then and now
And the bliss that was promised
Yet never delivered to me

Is it enough that I said no
Hearing the obviously stark contrasts
That bulldozed another way out
Yet I still refused to follow

Is my reflection something that you recognize
A hazy version of the person I profess to be
Or is it just the mirror image
Of another face I now choose for you to see

Til next time,


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