PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I know you're in there

deep beneath my pale skin

though I know not exactly where

I make a little more headway each day

with the aid of this pen

the mirror still continues to baffle me with her

vague almost disconnected reflection

I see long hair, green eyes along with a cream like

complexion but more than that a face filled with

utter perplexion

a mind out of touch with reality's direction

a heart misplaced by unrequited affection

sometimes I feel my face is only a cleverly created

mask

and what or whom it is hiding

I am unusually afraid to ask

for the day I do find out could just be the day that

I stop writing

for in me there will be no further conflict

there for no more fighting

I fear that most decisive day like a small child fears

the eerie shadows of the closing dark

whom will I become if what I make for myself is not

necessarily my mark

but some one else 's

a spirit I do not recognize

what if the ending is only the beginning and this face

I've worn for twenty-five long years is an intricate

disguise

you tell me...............

( written Dec.31,1992 am)