Am I like you or are you like me?
Whose reflection do we see?
Lost in wavering introspection,
Striving for identity.
Merged with passive consent,
Which of us is the thief.
Stealing from the real, to feed the false
Monopolizing the mirror’s company.
It’s hard work just to see,
Self scattered in the intangible.
I seek fluidity in self-unification.
A connectivity that’s palpable…
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Am I the flesh encasing these bones?
Am I the heart that beats within?
Am I the spirit in which God dwells?
Am I this mind of clarity and confusion?………..
Now, in emerging full light,
I’ve started discovering me.
She has been waiting many years,
Desiring to be heard and seen.
Now that I’m looking straight at her,
And the veil is finally lifting.
I seek to know who she really is
Through truth and lies I’m sifting…
I am half of you,
Or are you half of me?
Which one of us wins,
In this yearning for superiority?
Images the same,
Together in separateness.
Yet unwilling to merge as one,
Hiding identical faces from acceptance.
A war we cannot win.
A battle we shouldn’t fight.
Futile efforts to remain apart.
With closed eyes, we’re both in sight.
I stare at you closely,
Uncertain if you are real.
We are two halves of a whole,
It’s time we unite and heal.
Hiding in plain sight,
Even from herself.
Striving to fit in,
When there exists no parallel.
Conforming with chameleon stealth,
To avoid the perceived inconvenience.
Of standing out within a crowd,
In the full exposure of her uniqueness.
Unable, in her egocentric view,
To recognize the fact.
That there is no same of which to adhere,
Many others too put on an act.
Why the need to find her way,
By following ways meant for another?
When spending time on her growth instead,
Would reveal the self she’s meant to discover.
Paused for reflection,
Amidst a revolving world.
I saw me within…
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How would the melody sound,
If I were a song?
Would it be an upbeat, catchy tune?
Would people want to sing along?
Or would it be slow and haunting?
With melancholy laced sustained chords,
That send soft chills down the spine
Invoking thoughts of life’s joy robbing storms?
What would the lyrics be?
What instruments would represent me?
Would the song play on repeat?
Or would it fade into premature finality?
On the wall
Thanks for taking time
To reflect me at all
I once looked inside you
Only to find
That the me I needed to see
Was past the glass, just behind
The superficial reflection
I saw once before
Has life and depth now
And leaves much to explore
I can look at the things
I wish weren’t there to see
And think to myself
“Everyday, God’s working on me”
Mirror mirror on the wall
Looking glass of truth
I can finally say with confidence
It’s really nice to meet you