Myself
I look at myself;
Fall into sadness
That face of gladness
Could be nothing
But a mask.
What an array
Of emotion
Behind mine eyes:? Darkly shaded,
But they are coloured.
What an array
Of confusion,
Yet there lies everlasting,
Empowering resolution:?Deep in my mind.
I perceive myself,
Then question me.
What do I believe
And do I honestly
Hold myself in high esteem?
What and how I see me
Is a fluctuation between
All my feelings.
I know myself,
Though only subjectively.
Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2021
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