Cyclic Circles
It felt so surreal to be in, someone else's skin
thats not my face or my hands, where do I begin?
To see through anothers eyes, thrilled me with wonder and surprise,
to feel features that were not my own,
so many differences, though we're all just skin and bone.
The altered sense of pleasure, the anguish in the moan,
the joy of vibrant company against, the solitary alone.
A different take on right and wrong, it now seems clearly spelt
what makes some people stand so strong, and what can make them melt.
To attain this, many have tried so long, while others prayed and knelt
Im so fed up with with my hand, I wish another could be dealt.
To walk literally in anothers shoes,
what to do? now that I am You
this day really is fresh and new,
awakened for the first time, to see the morning dew
my old life is dead, I am now reborn into you.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
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