Recovery Poem 3
Being as a mirror answers,
yet still a chimera
in the dense companion
that is my mind,
getting to know my character
for its more pleasant side,
I can forget, momentarily,
a season when I hurt me badly.
Totally forgiving?
Would that I were.
I plague me still
but no longer call me bonehead.
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