Poetica: Seeing myself changes myself
Where are the mirrors?
What do the eyes of others
tell me about me?
I struggle to see.
The dim light of reflection,
a fuzzy portrait.
To gain my freedom,
I must no longer focus
on who I've not been.
Then who I shall be
comes from what each of my selves
has to offer now.
There are new worlds
in my galactic wishes.
My Star Trek begins.
Transporter's ready.
Activate and energize,
perform my identity.
Listening self-talk,
Saying sprouts into doing,
I construct my world
https://hidastaelamaa.fi/2015/01/keskiviikkokolumni-motiivi-on-sielun-peili/
Photo by Al Quino