I am not what I appear to be
an inverted image of what I want you to see
convex
concave
a constant distortion
to keep you guessing.
A shape shifter
unaware of the transition
of one form to another.
(I had to survive)
When I become uncomfortable
with you being too close
afraid you will see too much
I disappear
become an apparition...
a wisp of mist
breathe me in
let me feel
your true intention.
BAN
This is the place where I will share the many shades of life portrayed through my poetry, the poetry of others, and everything else that moves me through this life and into the next.
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