As I glance in the
mirror, I see no
one.
As I glance in the
mirror, I see
someone.
She’s sometimes
conflicted,
sometimes
contradicted,
pained by worries
that are like a million
different burdens
weighing down.
Upon her face
are brown eyes,
and lips,
lips turned into a
smile, lips turned
into a thin line.
She’s fine.
She’s okay.
She’s not fine.
She’s not okay.
Etc. etc. etc. etc.
Emotions can
sometimes be
a motion she
hates to go
through.
Why can’t she
feel nothing?
Once that happens,
no one could upset
her.
Or get under her skin
like a deadly disease.
Yet, entirely, emotions
and going through
the motions make
us humans.
That is about right
I suppose.
Date: 04/6/21
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