staring in the mirror
but I can’t see a face
tears roll sideways
on the outline taking space
I will tell you this
dragging me from ring to ring
the emptiness has me falling down
hard not to feel like a clown
I tell myself
no one can see me here
but the lights are so bright
that truth seems far not near
it has happened before
beautiful days do come two in a row
looking to be inspired
I choose to heal and grow

jsp – 2019
Great poem! Beautiful!
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Thank you.
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No problem!
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