Description
Sometimes it’s so easy
to forget, to believe
of some other reason
some other being, some other purpose
as long as it is not ourselves.
It’s so easy to look away
if you can, from the mirror
of your own reflections
who are you really?
or who others tell you are
mouth deaf, ears mute,
eyes touch-less, fingers sightless
who is it to understand
that there is something else
to who you are, and what
but it’s so easy to forget,
it’s too easy to remember
and then again yet another
believer
that their wings of both darkness
and light were never
meant to be