When I think About Myself


How many ‘selves’ live within

I cannot tell-

Thinking of its great might

When I needed to wear black

I sported white

And that was enough to make

My life a hell-


And in my hell house

I home décor my face-

I let from the hearth rise the warmest smile

Hiding the icy freckles of blues

In style

And this little mask is enough to give

My life a little ‘grace’-


So this ‘graceful’ life

Is now a silent space,

Noiseless word and a quiet breeze

Trying hard to exist and flow,

It strives to unfreeze

Dark, ruthless time

To just keep pace-


Posted for my prompt ~ When I Think About myself @ Poets United Midweek Motif