The Stranger In Me
A stranger lives within me.
I see her now and then.
Sometimes it's hard to see the line,
Where she or I begin.
Human beings are complex.
They have so many facets.
It's like they wear a kind of cloak,
In which are many pockets.
One pocket holds a nurturer,
Another holds but self.
One is confident and brave,
Her sister grasps for wealth.
A cloak of personalities,
Which hides even from me,
The person that I really am,
The soul I wish to be.
One side of me is honest, good,
One cries out for revenge.
One side of me is beautiful,
One angry and unhinged.
Which side of me will I let out?
Who will I let them see?
When will I meet the one who hides?
The stranger that is me?
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2016
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