Skin (a anaphoric poem)
This skin
my mask
behind it
inside
I hide from the world
I hide from you
never showing
all that I feel
never showing
how deep
This skin
my mask
behind it
inside
I hide from the world
I hide from you
never showing
all that I feel
never showing
how deep
Each moment,
although a mere fraction of time,
contains a lifetime lived.
Many seem content to walk
when they are made to fly
And though I walked among them
my dreams were in the sky
I saw what you did.
I heard what you said.
I was there.
You can tell me anything.
I know how it hurt.
I know how you felt.
Let it go.
You can tell me anything.
The way that I was made,
the people I have known,
have all played their role,
in the way that I have grown.
All the things I’ve gone through,
the trials I have faced,
all those things, both good and bad,
have led me to this place.
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