Poetic Musings, Where Demons Tread

A Window’s View

I still don’t understand why
My self esteem is blocked

Where exactly is the switch –
How did it get signal-locked?

I cringe as if I was beaten
But that was so long ago

Could it be that car’s impact
Scattered it hither and froed?

When I ignore the mirror
Can settle and be content

If think of gaining partner
Wits scatter into lament

As if I’m the ugliest person
But that can never be true

When beauty resides deep inside
The soul looking out eye windows

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