my minds reflection

Is the corner really
round and curved
like the after birth hips
that shape me

Is the mirror really
disfigured like the
image i sometimes see

Can the ripple of a river
truely expand out touching everything
like the anger i feel inside

Is the sky always changing
so freely without demand
that i can be as free as the clouds
without any expectation

Is it truely ME
in all that i see above

IS IT?



Poetry by Mesepa Eruera
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Written on 2006-11-10 at 10:17

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