I see my reflection
I see the form I am becoming
I wonder how I will be after
I wonder what the story I tell will taste like
Will it be sour?
A tale of pain and tribulation
One of everlasting trials
Doomed to live through the cycle
Will it be sweet?
A story as old as time
One of redemption and wholesomeness
Determined to succeed and did so
I saw my reflection
I saw my form and I was proud
I saw adjustments being made but incomplete
I saw the turn of my psyche, and I was proud
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Two Five Nine
PoetryA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
