Saturday, January 8, 2022

Day Eight: Undated Notebook 2005ish

Reflect my soul
In two dimensions
Shed my clothes
Such odd conventions
An eye for detail
Pay close attention
What lies unseen
Does not escape mention
My past
Shines in my eyes today
My past
Holds hands
With my present
Today
And hugs me
Hello
And promises me
Tomorrow
You won't be
So far away
Again
Because
My days
Of running
From my past
Have ended
My days 
Of running
From myself
Are gone
Today
I look you in the eye
And shake your hand
And present to you
A whole person
Which is remarkable
Because before
I always angled myself
So as to be seen
From only my good side
Which honestly
Wasn't all that good

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