Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Seeing Gold

Some days when i'm feeling tired
Like a tiny shell tossed in a giant sea
I look deeply into the mirror
Not to see my body, but to see my soul
I look deeply
into the quarries that are my eyes
That is where I can see my gold
I ignore the blemishes on my face
and the way my hair is done
I see who I am
I see me

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