Posted by: scintillatingspeck | December 28, 2012

Not who I was.

I keep looking in the mirror
because I can’t comprehend
I’m the same person.

I’m not.
I’m not who I was,
even a day ago.

My hats, my cloaks, my rings
are set aside.

My eyes are weary.
I see that I am older.

Is there malice in my face?
Is there ice, or defiance?

None.
There are only faint traces
of the paths that brought me here,
and the blank spaces
of the paths that lead away.

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