Vulnerable

Poem By Eila Mahima Jaipaul

so long
sleepwalking, I've become someone else
I almost knew.

in time
we all teach ourselves to live this way.
with pockets full of rain,

I peer
in mirrors wondering if I look far enough
into my own eyes,

if my gaze,
meeting itself, would make an absence
and exclude me.

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