Spotlight
Hand on my head
the other holding
my heartbeat
What a thrill
to feel
caricature made real
Something solid
Manifest
Through simple strokes
and scribbles
Ink to make me think
Sketch to make me stretch
Past the knots
in a mind
melted
into smooth certainty
Despite your origin
Denial of my disrepair
I see your shine
spotlight
the rust of my own
and breathe new life
into lungs past prayer
A wide smile
and open eyes
Hourglass
of cherished time
I see a face
that sees my own
Reflection of
a mirrored mind
But this time
I won’t run
past myself
and trip
on my own shadow
No
This time
I’ll bend the knee
and give thanks to the angel
guarding my better instincts
and lighting the way
to a life
normally left
to legends
of old
.
.
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