Me

A Poem by Okema5

Mirrored image

Strong, weak, tall, meek afraid of tomorrow and what news the day might bring, confused by the brick wall that is always in front of me, I tear it down but mysteriously it reconstructs itself as if each brick is a permanent barrier to life's possibilities. Am I comfortable with the norm or do I seek something more, I have to question my own intentions when I stand behind a closed door. I reach out to turn the knob when the door swings open, I see myself standing in front of a colorful mob....