Prose Poetry
I am my Own Perfection
A Poem | Identity Crisis & The Mirror of Life
I am not who I want to be;
I am a product of an experiment by the Most High.
I am the shadow lurking in the dark corners of the night.
I was the only bright light they saw, the sun of the night.
Yesterday, I also saw my final bright light.
I am blinded-folded, Glowing brightly with darkness.
I am not where I want to be
I am a hermit crab hiding in an oyster shell.
Surrounded by a school of sharks,
Waiting to hear someone ring the doorbell.
“Before you consume me, let me have my last smirk.”
Now that my time is up take me back to the Mirror of Life
“Let me make my own choice this time and be who I want to be.”
(Looking in the mirror, Smiling and posing)
Mirror Mirror on the wall. Tell me, what do you see?
Look beyond my reflection — peek into my soul, tell me, What do you see?
Look through the cracks of Man-made hatred in your all-seeing eyes, and tell me, do you see Perfection as I stare back at you?
