To stand at a distance
and take measure of myself
with an objective eye
my agenda, hidden even from me.
Such a stand requires either great courage or
utter desperation.
So I stand, trembling before myself
fearful of what I'll find.
Find I must what patterns I follow
what hidden hurts guide my path,
to wipe the mirror clean as I stand naked
my games, my tricks laid bare.
Not to know is no longer a refuge
Hiding from myself tires me
Ignorance robs me of thoughts and emotions
I don't have them, they have me.
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