It’s a queer thing to one’s sanity

Innocuously glance in a mirror

Have your image question you

Of your legitimacy in the present

But after a few peculiar moments

I realized I lost something valuable

Or I really should say- someone

That center point of my universe

Which lead to my erratic compass

Leading me in the wrong directions

Often on the punctuated right days    

Twas my image, but not my spirit 

Methinks that spirit recalibrated me

Evidence, she’s still… my guidance  


Poet of the Light © 2023


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