Wednesday 13 July 2016

Reflections at the end: a poem

What will I be at the end of the day?
Will I be strong?
Will I be confident?
Will I be the hero?
                or
      more likely
Will I be weak?
Will I be afraid?
Will I be the villain?
At the end of the day
Will I be able to look in the mirror?
Will what I see frighten me?
                            disgust me?
                            surprise me?
At the end of the day,
When the masks come off
                    costumes come off

What will be left but a reflection?

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