So Fragile
I look in a mirror or at a photograph of me
and see the deep scars
(that are hidden within) . . .
this face reflected is perfectly symmetrical
the skin smooth and the lips lush
eyes brown and fathomless
(deep as an ocean)
hair like a stream flowing, flowing and flowing
and a hint of a smile . . .
but my concept of self is distorted
like a Picasso painting
each time I meet myself again
again, again and again . . .
can people see the real me ?
can they see I am encased in concrete ?
that this perfect face is a fake ?
that all I want is to float and drift
(a leaf in the wind)
can they ?
can they see that I am like stained glass
so fragile . . . can they ?
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December 17, 2019- Edit March 9, 2021
Poetry/Verse/so fragile
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1335-146-09
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, All Yours (Mar 10)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 03/10/2021
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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