Her Personality
I bumped into my personality today
She was in no mood to look my way
I stood aside and let her pass
Interchanging emotions having a blast!
She retraced her steps and reduced her pace
I could see the years worn in her face
Watercolor eyes and tear glass stained
Bone caged ribs of steel, all laced up
too tight to feel!
She gathered her strength, the poet in her
came out from the gloam
Ink soaked she wrote, in different tones
She was words, she was notes
She was a castle and even a moat
She kept herself alive, she did not die
Parts of her personality she tamed not to cry
One for love and one for creativity
She kept one hidden even for tragedy
One personality for the songs she sang
Even one for when she flashed those fangs!
Fifty-five personalities she counted so far
Now she made up her mind to raise the bar
She looked at me with a crazy smile,
You see she counted on me all the while.
9.2.2022
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2022
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