I must confess,
I wouldn’t recognize myself in a crowded room.
Were I to step outside my body,
The contours of my face would disappear,
And my gaze would search for me, far and near.
You se
I must confess,
I wouldn’t recognize myself in a crowded room.
Were I to step outside my body,
The contours of my face would disappear,
And my gaze would search for me, far and near.
You see,
In my mind, I am different:
Golden embers of a fire,
The chiseled face of a Grecian,
The prowess of a leopard.
If I dissected myself,
To paint a self-portrait,
I’d enhance my beauty,
And bashfully deny the deception I create.
Herein lies the problem:
Convincing myself, convincing others of this alternate me,
Has stripped me of my ability to just be.
So my gaze will seek what it has never known,
For I have denied my reality.
Saba