In an unguarded moment
I saw what it is, to not see myself.
The fogged up mirror
didn’t let my reflection reach me.
And what reached me was
just a picture colored out of lines.
The more I looked at my obscured face,
the more I was convinced
that the faces was not mine.
The more I was convinced of the face being a stranger’s,
more easier it was for me to love and accept it.
If I could see myself as someone else
how easier it would be to live my life.
Not knowing what I know about myself,
not knowing what I think.
To be what I am and what I am not at the same time.
How easier it would be , if this is
what I saw in mirror everyday.
How beautiful can be not knowing, not seeing.
Only smudged shades of colors.
A face not mine.
Wowooowoow….. Beautiful
Thank you 🙂 Glad you liked it 🙂
But if you see yourself as someone else, how do you know who you are? That’s just what I was thinking when I was reading this, it’s a nice poem nonetheless.
That is an issue though. In the process of creating distance from our own identity we also loose a sense of our own being. We cannot have everything I guess. 🙂 Glad you liked it. 🙂