reflections of my self

this is me looking at you looking at me.
or is this me? i come to you via technological wizardry.
i see it as only a reflection, but how many reflections are there?
mirror. camera lens. my screen to yours. i am technically altered.
i am naked underneath it all, but fully clothed is how
i always present myself. even to you, my people.
i hide my eyes so that you won’t see them
because i cry when i feel. always.
i schedule times for this…
when i am alone and lost.
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David, thankyou for endevoring to be real, even when its painfully raw. It breaks down barriers, makes me want that for myself.
Don’t we all…cry…are we not all lost….
You at least have the courage to throw us this nugget to chew on, to taste the familiar, though we pretend it isn’t.
I wish you/we didn’t avert our eyes…you might see yourself reflected back….but often that is scarier, acknowledging the pain/fear reflected back at us if we take a moment…a slip in time, to look into a persons eyes.
You guys have dug so deep! I admire your bravery to acknowledge the terror in the reality of this human experience, I really do. It causes me to take courage, and I thank you.
C’mon, that’s Bruce Cockburn!