
Apportion
It’s a queer thing to ones 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
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