Pieces of Myself ~ A Poem
© Photo by my Shaman husband, Jorge.
I am but an echo, approaching a mirror, reflections of my every thought, mimic, a mime waving against a glass ceiling. The pieces of my selves seem scattered between every living thing, but in regrouping I have lived as all of them. No one can say, “you don’t know how I feel”, and no one can say “it’s not my fault”, because there is no one else out there, as this knowing becomes ever clear.
Rayna Tamarin Angeleri Garcia 7/12/12