I believed myself to be
myself. I looked in the mirror
and understood I was only
a reflection.
I looked in water and believed I was a fish,
then sat under a tree
and believed
I was a shadow.
Then I lost all belief in myself
and became water. I believed
in water. I believed in smoke
and mirrors.
The last is the hardest
to get rid of.
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Monday, March 12, 2012
Last is Hardest
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free verse,
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