The Part of Me
The light is
cold. The
day is dark.
The only
thought I
have, a
spark.
The only
breath I
breathe, my
mark.
In this ever
changing
world.
The mirror
is the truth,
my face.
The
reflection is
only mine, a
trace.
I decide
who looks
back, I
decide the
space.
In this ever
changing
world.
What
happens
next is up
to me.
Cage up the
bird, or let
it free.
The
blinding
sun over
the setting
sea.
In this ever
changing
world.
Copyright © Yosuf Romeo Phiri | Year Posted 2013
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