I am glad that words are a two way mirror.
So I can offer up my body to subjectivity
While my soul can remain enveloped
in a cloak of anonymity

Exposure in the light keeps me grounded to the earth
The sun’s judgement, too harsh to try my wings
for fear that they will melt away.
But confidence in the shadows allow me to soar
And everyone could use a bird’s eye view.

I duck behind these sentence fragments
And watch you, the sketch artist, pencil me in.
I laugh a little when you’re wrong.
I cry a little when you’re right.
I fear what will happen when it brightens up on this side
Because glass can be shattered in seconds
And it’s never as pretty in pieces.