Kristina Lim Poet Free verse

Holiday Blues

The cool breeze of the holidays
turns into a nightmare of mirrors:
    I am inside a polyhedron of mirrors.
    They are all around,
    and I am all they see.
    They surround me –
    I am all I see.
    And I realize I am alone.

The cool breeze of the holidays
turns into a nightmare of prisms:
    I see myself break up into me.
    I break up,
    then break up into me.
    I go on, but it’s the same.
    I realize I am alone;
    I realize I am lonely.


Kristina Lim
December 22, 2006
Quezon City, Philippines

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