Reckless Arrogant

I cover my eyes and my heart to
Shield me
From what is.

The white jacket of the mind holds me
Close, so I can whisper, “I’m ok. I’m ok.”
To myself.
It contains all the shards of
An exquisitely crafted mirror
That was supposed to be

Now I see from a thousand reflected eyes
Instead of being limited to just two.
With all this looking
The truth
Must be in there somewhere.
Eventually I have to ask,
Who am I?

Absolute terror
Of being alone
Creates relationships like a children’s mobile.
We go round and round
But do we touch?

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