The day I met myself...

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    The day I met myself...

    In the mirror i stood, staring at this face that was so familiar,
    The smile was so sincere but the eyes were filled with fear,
    I would walk staring at the shadow that was constantly beside me,
    who was this person that never left my side?
    At night i would toss and turn
    like a rollercoaster ride.
    Again in the mirror i would stand.
    The face looked so familiar and the eyes were so sad,
    I have memories of this face that stares back at me
    but deep inside i am truly in doubt.
    A voice inside cries to be heard
    I strain my ears to hear every word.
    Little by little it starts to make sense
    and as i stare in the mirror longer,
    my muscles start to tense...
    Could this really be it?
    Is this me staring back at me?
    Now my eyes start to tear as i follow the drops down to my cheeks.
    The emotion intensifies as i am about to be set free
    and i'm happy to meet me,
    After so many years, i have finally met myself.

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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