Glossed Over

For years I stood blank, in quietness
Like a canvases left colorless
I became what as the world reflected
None of which made me a saint

You think you know me
When absolute truth isn’t the same
You know the glimmer you’ve seen
Glimmers, you’ll love or simply hate

When in tangible of all realities
Beyond your flawed capabilities
I’m everything you couldn’t see
I’m that image you never felt…in-between

Poet of the Light © 2018

I’m just a poet who has dared to love and lost but now blindly looking for my hearts…home.

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