Late Bloomer In Old Body
Late bloomer in old body.
To whom made me live mortality-
Somehow felt I'm somebody--
Mistook defect from abnormality-
I give words, with their eyes of pity--
Words in various dimension,
Their Humpty Dumpty conclusion.
Invisibility of words-
I befriended poems--
It's hide and seek-
Who sees, it's a mystique!
Copyright © Sheena Uy | Year Posted 2021
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