Reflection
A shiny glass on the wall
reflected an image back at me.
I would avoid it
leery of spotting
a stranger peering at me.
I would often look and ponder
is that what they see
when they look at me?
Avoiding it was so simple,
easier than reality.
I now see
my reflection back at me,
was the first me,
not the one hiding within.
The world already knew
the One I tried to subdue.
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