What Is Reality
With open hands I touch my mirror
A moment of darkness becomes much clearer
As my body transcends into its realm
I am entranced and totally overwhelmed
Darkness subsides and a dream-like effect
Takes over my being, in every aspect.
So light, so free and yet so confused
As to where I am although slightly enthused
Have I fallen, am I dreaming,
What is this space where I am standing
Am I standing or maybe lying
Nothing around to get my bearing
A sudden rush of warmth surrounds me
A gentle heart-beat resonates within me
My need for breath becomes reality
My mind is pure and free from memory
A push, a shove, breaks up my world
As things around begin to swirl
A painful slap to make me cry
Re-birthed to give it another try
©Elisabeth Dubois Dec – 2011
Copyright © Elisabeth Dubois | Year Posted 2012
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