I hear the words
But I don't believe them
I see the actions
And they scare me
There is no life....
Quite like mine
These winding stairs
That I must travel
I see right through
This cracked mirror
The face I see
Is not quite mine
This storm of ice
Throws knives
Upon me
The wall around me saves my soul
The wounds I wear
Are not quite mine
The resolution
The lessons shaped me
The smiles that greet me
The eyes that meet mine
This life
This life
It must be mine
Faith Frank 2013
1 comment:
Very well put, it is often difficult to confront your own identity and accept who you are.
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