Posted: June 15, 2018

An introspective poem on what the real self is. 

How was it that it was so well hidden

Was it the boldness of the red on my lips

Was it the habitual smile

Was it the shallowness of my lively care

Was it all of this that hid

Hid the coward in me

Hid the little girl in me

Hid the tiny hands that longed for a reassuring touch

Hid the tiny flicker that could become a raging fire


Hid the tiny flicker that could light other darkened lives

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