LINES OF THOUGHT © 2014

Many times I am not myself,

I am the shadow of someone I do not know,

A diffuse reflection that has fallen asleep,

In the mirrors of a defenceless time.

There is a stranger within me,

A figure that speaks without my hearing,

That shapes each step, limits me,

And hides what I should truly feel.

In the future, perhaps I will be able to be,

Just myself, in the purest form,

Without masks, without fear of seeing

The truth that the soul holds secure.

And when that day finally arrives,

I will coexist with who I am inside,

Without fleeing, without fading away,

Embracing the self I keep at my core.

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