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



Photo by Al Quino

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