Mirror Mirror

Maybe we all
At some point
Get to look into
Our future selves
And know…
The pain in our gut
Isn’t always illness
And
Though it may be strong,
Trucking through
Grounded
With sense and reason.
We understand
Paper skin
And heavy bones
Need
To
Dissolve
Imperfections
And shattered resolutions
Into the nape of a neck
With chapped lips
And open arms…
We need close
We need real.

Maybe,
There…
We are familiar with
The definition
Of other words…
Not just
‘Suicide’
‘Unfinished’
And
‘Malignant’

I hope there
We have the courage
To say
‘We are not…
Party lines
religions
Or
World citizens
To be
Corrected
understood
Paraphrased
defined
and
limited.
We are men
We are women.’

Maybe there,
Looking in
It’s not so distorted.

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