Sunday, October 26, 2014


There is a ME
That YOU can't see.
It's the WHO that I used to be.

SHE is fast, lean and strong.
I, however, am stubby, crooked and all wrong.

ME still wants to skate, run and jump.
I instead rhyme bad poems while sitting on MY big white rump.

I know SHE is still there, our thoughts are often one and the same.
But when SHE glimpses MY reflection in the mirror, in HER eyes I see the shame.

Better for ME to hide in plain sight.
Create an optical illusion, right?
Pretend and deny that SHE was ever I.