Reflections

Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear

 

reflecting (I believed)

on the past

you held hostage

by incessant fears

me, shackled

by gnawing guilt

and that serrated label

felon

I saw away

at wizened meanings

pick-ax prospecting

insight nuggets

repeated glances

long, contemplative stares

mooning over

the loss of you

languishing

impaled on

refracted fragments

sharded mistakes

there is a blinding flash

of brights

 

I see myself

held hostage

by the past

half-living, shackled

in your well-worn shoes

peripherally

a dual dueling self

holds releasing keys

 

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