A mirror attempts to tell me
\nwhat my heart knows intimately.
\nNo one can see its burdens,
\nhidden happiness,
\nconfusion that grew bigger.
\nI have no answer to what I am.
\nWhat have you become?<\/p>\n
Do you know where you are?
\nIf you can\u2019t tell me,
\nif you don\u2019t know,
\nbe with me.
\nI\u2019ll cover your shoulders,
\nbecause we have no answers
\nto the colors inside,
\nto the songs and dances,
\nto the play in a thousand rooms,
\nto the words
\nthat pile up and disappear.<\/p>\n
It is all we are,
\nand nothing of what we\u2019ve become,
\nman or woman,
\nor ghost,
\nor perhaps children.
\nChildren of the fog,
\nmist,
\nmorning, day.
\nChildren who listen and shout
\nand come running,
\nto whoever loves them,
\nholds them,
\nsmiles and plays.<\/p>\n
What have I become?
\nI think,
\nonly myself grown bigger.
\nA bit of dust
\nas large as a universe,
\nlearning to laugh and be afraid.
\nI\u2019m just a kid,
\ntrying to make it,
\nlooking for a way home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A mirror attempts to tell me what my heart knows intimately. No one can see its burdens, hidden happiness, confusion that grew bigger. I have…<\/p>\n