It's a poem about self preservation .


Blindspot


They say we all have a blind spot
I cant spot it ever though .

Is it in how I remember
Or in what I forget?
Or how I see
Or what I refuse to see?

Or is it in my heart
Which keeps beating
Despite what it has seen
Where all it has been?




Poetry by Seema
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Written on 2017-04-14 at 04:30

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Lots to ponder about. Will we ever find our blindspot?
Ashe
2017-04-14