A post for a few who need it.
Her There was a girl who looked like me She followed me close by. If someone hurt or saddened us She hid away to cry. She weighed as heavy as a rock But couldn’t quite be seen, She sometimes almost went away But re-appeared in dreams. She often spoke in voices Quite like those I knew so well, The tag team of complicit pain Who cast their icy spell. We look inside the mirror Thinking, I know who is me But you know you are deeper still, Than anyone can see. We see the version of ourselves That we accept as truth. Honed out of mixed perspectives, Thrust on us since our youth. The saddest waste of life is what we all can sometimes do. To trust the doppelganger, Who pretends that they are you. Go back and hold your own hand In the places, times and hours When your wondrous thoughts and feelings Were swamped by other’s powers. Refocus where you stand today Right now, and ever more, The person who can walk alone, A giant through the door. Without the weight of what was then, And who you never were. For all that is ahead of you For you, but best for HER. LW Please click on our website