Self Portrait - Evolving
What lies behind the door,
Something you can’t see,
All the bits and pieces,
That reveal the true identity,
Of the person I call me.
A book reveals itself,
Once you open the cover,
Yet I remain a mystery,
Another unknown person,
Waiting to be discovered.
Only I hold the power,
The proverbial golden key,
That unlocks the door,
Hiding all the secrets,
Buried deep inside me.
Copyright © Frank Polgar | Year Posted 2012
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