Some days I think
my eyelids must be mirrors.
Whenever I close them
I see all of my reflections.
All of my past "selves"
and the things they've done.
I see the laughs I have shared
and all the tears I have shed.
At the same time I look
and I see all of these "selves"
I have yet to decide to become.
I see all my hopes
and any possible fears.
Any path I could take
and the directions they lead.
Then all it takes is simply
to open them again
And look straight ahead
into that silver glass sheet.
Where I'm privileged to
see myself exactly as I am,
and that's all that it takes
to remind me to say
this self is enough.
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Kate Campbell
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By Kate Campbellabout a year ago in Futurism
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