Where is the door to that room
with mirrors
where I can see
all of Me
unfragmented?
Why do I linger- hand on the handle-
it burns in my hand,
yet I have no strength
to open it.
I can taste myself
on the tip of my tongue
yet when I need to speak me
I am mute
and I choke.
All of me is here-
in all my disguises-
and under a cloak of
invisibility.
Gotta show up.
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