Aung Myo
Some days I welcome the frost in the mirror,
too unbreakable to reflect crystal thoughts,
Stones rattling for each word thrown in discarded arrogance,
Barely skimming the surface as I casually toss them aside.
Some days I am on the run,
A fake criminal with no record, only the sentence has already been given,
Judge and jury lining up one by one
Ready to hurtle sugar coated undertones of narrative, silent accusations.
However far away I am sent,
Through the raging underbelly of a swirling mist or banished to the darkest corners,
I still exist
I am ready.
I have survived!
Elizabeth Shane
in, Behind the Mask
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