When I Met Myself

I met myself once
I looked into my own eyes
I gazed deeper for a while
I couldn't really recognize

It was a different me
It was a shadow I thought
It made me wonder so long
It left me tangled in questions

My features were blurred
My thoughts were sharp
My shadow had a reason
My real self got shocked

A voice came out of nowhere
A sketch it made inside
A reality it painted there
A canvas that filled me with tears

I cried as I watched it
I hid myself beneath trees
I found a change so chasmic in me
I met myself far from reality...

-Hafsa

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A Writer and a Poētria. Ambitious about Art and Literature.

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