Discovery

Springing out

of my wretched existence

was all I needed

to live.

 

The negativity sprung out

before I did

then, repressed thoughts

and imposed ideals

 

The mirror image

mocked authenticity,

as the borrowed garbs

lay bare.

 

Was it too late

To discover my Self?

 

(44 words)

For Quadrille #28 at dVerse – Poets Pub

https://dversepoets.com/

Image: jadecommunications.com

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