I walk in with eyes cast down
Always aware of the mirror on the wall
Worried about who I will see in the glass
If I will break, or keep looking back
I can’t lose a game that I never play
So I don’t even try, I don’t check every day
Until finally I woke up desperate to be
The face I’ve been left with, what other people see
I ran to the mirror and it was somebody new
I didn’t know Me, but For once wanted to.
I keep on looking, trying to find
Everything I missed while I was lost in my mind.
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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