Reflection

Seconds, minutes and hours hand meet for an instant,
like an unknown alarm that set to blow but in silence
I hear a voice in my idle mind that’s imagining life,
involuntarily I walk to far corner like an infant,
look at the image, facial features just the same as me,
except for scars that shows the truce made with pain.

Eyes not displaying emotion, just relaying inner emotion
stare at the real me, stating in muted words, “hear me,
loud and clear, for I am the real you, grasp the intangible
you did wound me, for I bear these scars, but am not broken
am the silent witness to your every act, eventually, will see,
living, if I should say, letting me out in open and living as me”