Sunday, 9 November 2008

Reflection

The other day I looked at my reflection,
and I saw you.
I wonder when I began to change,
I wonder if you were always there,
I wonder if when I was trying so hard not to be you,
that that was when I was most like you.
Trying to be different, to stand out.
And a part of me is thrilled,
apart of me is distressed.
Elated that I have your smile and your heart,
glum that I share your art of disguise.
That we both hide the things we should reveal.
I looked at my reflection the other day
and I saw you.
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7 comments:

  1. PrincessSunday, 9 November 2008 at 21:11:00 GMT+2

    I've run out of ideas as to who this image might be. Too many people seem feasible. :-)

    *Hello, sister mine!

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  2. Ugandan girlMonday, 10 November 2008 at 01:08:00 GMT+2

    I agree with Princess..am wondering who this might be...i love the piece...have a great day..

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  3. ~ScotchBiscuits~Monday, 10 November 2008 at 02:04:00 GMT+2

    this is easily the most beautiful poem I have read all year!

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  4. islanderMonday, 10 November 2008 at 04:13:00 GMT+2

    oba who? my guess is on your mum though. i love the poem.

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  5. AnonymousMonday, 10 November 2008 at 08:29:00 GMT+2

    i think islander might be right, nice poem though

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  6. featherMonday, 10 November 2008 at 10:55:00 GMT+2

    just enjoy the poem. no wondering. thanks guys

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  7. eizzy.kMonday, 16 February 2009 at 16:34:00 GMT+2

    aha...i've seen her too...

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