Who is this person that is me?
I feel I ought to know.She hides behind some twisted vine
her face afraid to show.
One time she peeked between the leaves
a glimpse of her I caught.I tried to gently coax her out.
My efforts came to naugh.
She runs and hides. She laughs
and sneers. She cunningly
displaysa tantalizing side of me
within a misty haze.
I think, sometimes, I know myself.
I’ve lived with me for years.But, she remains one step ahead.
So far and yet so near.
But maybe someday if I wait
we’ll meet between the selvesthen she and I together
will become the best ourselves.
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