I tore a page
I shed a tear
I bit my lip
I showed my fear
My eyes hurried
My brow flickered
I wondered if this was me
Was it I who wondered?
He was gone
I grew up strong
I believed that lie.
But he never really left me
After he left.
He lingered on
Under my skin
Grew with me
Or didn’t let me grow?
Now I want to know
Is it him?
Or is it me?
1 comment:
A good mystic poem. the mysticism lies in "Is it he? Or is it me? the answer has to be sought within one self and it may be different for different persons.
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