Hello My Name Is

Personal (Hope)

I met myself for the first time
in a foreign land,
like in a mirror reflected
in another dimension.


Sometimes in getting lost,
you find yourself right where
you were supposed to be all along.


It gives new perspective,
an altered viewpoint
restoring your vision
that blurred when magnified.


My identity was there
in those palm trees
and the ocean breeze.


Windswept and exposed,
my character took form
on this break from reality.


It was the best souvenir
I could ask for.

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