Saturday, November 16, 2013

the mirror

when I cry--

and only if
I'm home alone,

I lie forward
on the carpet

and stare through
the glass.

I look into
my own eyes

and speak aloud
words of encouragement.

I somehow say
what I need to hear.

And though the words
are said by me,

I feel that they're
from somewhere else--

be it a guide
or higher self.

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