As I look into the looking glass
I don’t know who I see
This face is unfamiliar
Looking back at me
I do not know her
And she does not know me
Is this really what other?
People see?
I am timid, unsure of myself
Always second guessing the
Feelings I have felt
She looks strong
And so confident
Always a smile upon her lips
So sure of who and what she is
While I tremble at the thought
Of confronting the uncertainty ahead
She knows that she can handle anything
While I cower in my mind
Behind the wall I have built there
Away from future snares
But, I must admit
I like her more than myself
If only I were her
And she were me
How much easier my life would be
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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