These Truths Are Mine

A poem of identity and owning the lies

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: jeri leandera gazing through time via photopin(license)

An invention,
A creation,
Nothing to see.
An enigma,
An illusion,
A fantasy.
Something
And nothing
A mystery.

The mask
Behind which I hide;
The smile
Behind which I hide;
The wall
I’ve built and
Behind which I hide.

The truth
That cannot be denied.
These lies are mine;
Yes, this is me.

© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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