My eyes look into my other self deep.
Awareness marvelously does creep.
What others who gaze at my eyes see?
Do they see what I see when I stare at me?
Do they know my nightmares are not dreams;
As I sit and stare at me in streams?
Wanting, longing, staring, seeking!
Staring at what in my head is peeking!
All know who am I, but only I know my name;
Locked in a fright that I overcame…
Oh, if they only knew of my sanity;
As I sit and stare… stare at me!
As I seek, long, want, brace,
And act brave with grace;
As I long to believe how I am sad;
As I know how terrified I am and mad!
My fears hold me from moving on;
Or to lose my image where there is sun.
But now when my own nothings embark,
I know it is…
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