I am virtually invisible in the world. Sometimes I think myself a pinprick on this patch of earth only here to fill a space left by another who has recently passed. What keeps me here are the people, who never give in and keep me in line who tell me I am nice. Who speaks when I have no words to speak of. I look in the mirror and unlike before when I see nothing. I see myself as I really am: kind yet truthful, intelligent yet reserved. I am me and nothing can tell me otherwise. I now know...
Hopefully by the end you get that this is a pocket mirror. If not that's okay.
YOU ARE READING
After Motion Revival
PoetryAfter the PleonasticPoetry Challenge I have become inspired to write more poetry. This will also be my way of applying what I've learned during the challenge to keep it in my mind. Let's begin...Oh I mean every Monday there will be poetry.
