sometimes
I catch my image
in a mirror
or a reflection
and for a moment
I don't recognize
myself.
I am not me.
full of bile
and jealousy.
a broken down horse
a derelict car
you would have towed
away if you could have.
never was one
to sign away my rights
or hand over my life
I never knew if
the ship I was
on was sinking
or if it
was all just
a dream.
walking through
your own life
for so long
without really
living, stumbling
around in the
darkness, humbled
by the light...
Light...
Lights in the distance
fire in the sky
explosions level
the city
for an old
score.
This boy is laughing
and this boy is crying
and this boy is searching
and this boy wonders
will the voices
ever stop screeching
tear it all away
like cellophane
not much difference
in the real me
and the one
who remains.
3 comments:
Forgive me when I'm confused and weak and stirred up and unsure of myself and of life. I love you. Can that be (y)our safety net?
(running around in the background catching butterflies)
"What did you say babe? Oh, don't worry about it. Love ya!"
(returns to catching butterflies)
Hey, you...Yeah, you...with the butterflies! I think you're completely wonderful...or did you know that already?
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