Almost A Reflection
I read a poem,
written long ago,
written by me
I read it aloud for my
speech coach
(by the way,
she is an angel,
of the highest order)
It takes time,
So so so much time,
It's slow and halting,
I should not have
used such long words
Like:
destination and direction-less
and deliberately and cautiousness
But who knew?
I recognize my own writing,
But don't recognize myself…
not yet.
