​I am balanced
on my side,
at the outer edge,
my back turned
toward the center,
my eyes are closed,
and though my ears
are open
I cannot hear.
For I am
listening
to my
inner voice.
Yet how
can I know
and change
my own mind
when all I do
is repeat 
the socialization,
established rules,
patent lies?
I become partner
to my own
demise
when I continue
to see myself
through others’
eyes.
Mirrors of whose
Soul?
Sometimes
when I look
at me
all I see
is a black hole.
Where gravity
has crushed
the light,
and I have
lost control.
~
M. Zane McClellan
~
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