i think it is terrifying that every day we wake up a new person.
we think we are the same
but no
look closer in the mirror
beyond your tired eyes
and the roughness of your skin
you will see a shift in plates
the slightest move
and there is an earthquake of new
you may not notice it
but debris and destruction build up over time
until the city you've created inside of you is in ruins
but you refuse to acknowledge
the change
it scares you
the destruction is your wound
what is this new you are?
YOU ARE READING
Persona
Poetrytoo many sides to one story. too many faces to one person. too many ways to live this life.
