Why do I trust reflections
more than shadows?
Do I believe mirrors are honest?
And distorting versions
A game or aberration?
The Sun …
unabashedly self-centred
focussed on its own position
not mine
presents me in false dimensions
but is unable to fake
solidity of being me.
I brush aside shadows
walk through the night
alone, unarmed
fearless….
discarding
narcissism of reflections
knowing there can’t be
another Me
not a child, not a book
not a shadow
not a reflection
flames that light
my existence
make the Sun
look like a larger version
of my determination
Outstanding piece, Reena! The real You empowered!
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imagery flatter flatter flatter?
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Strong write, Reena.
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Thank you, VJ!
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Welcome
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Wonderful poem Reena
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Thanks a ton!
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My pleasure
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