If I Could Only Spend an Hour with a Me Who Could Have Been
Would it feel like gazing into a funhouse mirror?
If I could only spend an hour
With a me that might have been
Would it feel like inheriting an heirloom
The way the bondage of my childhood
Links generation to generation
Like a fine chain?
Would I know the shape of my face
Without the channels carved by tears
The forcefully rearranged bone structure
The swallowed teeth and bitten tongue
Or would it feel like gazing into
A funhouse mirror?
Have I ever heard my voice
Without the gravel of the screams
There must have been a time before
I lost it in the darkness, right?
Who would she be if I were she?
Who would I be without
That woe that
Makes me
Me?
About the Creator
Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. Then, I went crazy and started a cult called metAlchemy, or meta alchemy. I revere energy of all brands, esp. good, kind chaos.
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