Clean page
blank slate
don’t know how words form
but they end up in place

this life. my life.
2 wrongs after 1 right
so i’m moving…
just in the wrong direction?

i hold onto them
they make me feel
feel like me
only feeling that holds true to me

i’ve been in my own shadow
for too long
i don’t know who I really am
pondering if i belong

they keep me sane
they give me hope
they help me withstand the fire
instead of disappear in smoke

i see light (1) – she is the future
i see dark (2) – he has the torment of the past
i see soul (3) – he will remain enlightened as his namesake
i see flesh (4) – she is “us” all

Do they see me?…
Do I see myself?…

I love them, like I love me.

©Da Absentee 2012 revised 2024