Who are you …

I don’t know … just not sure

who you are, only just around

the shadows and lines, those

carved by time.

 

Vaguely … familiar in a rather

perplexing way, there is a

resemblance, a certain form

of what … familiarity?

 

It seems you have carried

enough … it seems, what

is this burden, this weight

you have chosen … or?

 

Was it chosen for you,

did you have no say in

how much  complexity

you could bear  … buckle under?

 

Was it Cohen who said

“Everything has a crack,

that’s how the light gets in.”

Are you cracked open yet?

 

Are you split apart, have

you tasted enough bile,

is it finally time to say

“Enough” … is it?

 

Light exists, even though

you seem to not see it yet

it is there … it exists on the

edge of your being.

 

If only this damned

mirror could reflect around

that corner  … up that hill,

and around that bend  in your mind.

 

Glenn David Clarke   04/11