A Reason
Wrinkled edges in my youth
Flesh, proximal to the bones
"solarised" Melanin, kindred to burnt sacrifice
Sketched bruises, signs of storms weathered
The "hour glass", a testimony of lemons through sands
Stitches in pattens
Indelible stamps of artistry
A picturesque of terror subjected
testament to the other side of the "honey pot "
Spirit in eternal warfare
Reality under scrutiny
Belief, far fetched
Embodiment of Confusion
Why Smile?, Push through?, Believe?, or Love?
................
HE, within me,
a reason for the reason.
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