Poem Hunter
TC ( / Mississippi)


As I sit and ponder what it means to exist.

A single thought revisits my two half’s.

Am I who I am?

When I look in the mirror is there another me looking thru a mirror behind my sight.

Are we all resolved on our journey?

Is the déjà vu I experienced about me in the mirror or a mirror of another me?

My daily decisions sends ripples thru time like a rock on the ponds surface.

Shall I do nothing, and then I would not be the catalyst of my personal paradox?

No, I cannot.

It is the love for you that gives me the commonality in every mirror.

Déjà vu is a lifeline that confirms

I am who I am


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Nice write! Thanks for sharing.