Sunday, November 2, 2014

Glimpses of Myself

I see glimpses of myself
Laughing, screaming, reaching for the stars
I see glimpses of myself
All worry abandoned to the skies
I see glimpses of myself
Child-like and full of love

Then the fog returns
Blurring my vision
All the mirror reflects
Is a heart full of splinters

I reach for that child, for that joyousness
I ache for that self, that dream of freedom

Slippery sand - I try to hold it
Rainbows - I try to catch them





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