THE LOOKING GLASS
As I sit amongst The Few the Proud and the Many,
I am struck by the Familiarity of it all…
Our lives are portrayed on the stage of life gifted and raw...
The skin we are dressed in polished to its extreme luster...
We consistantly strive to portray our better halves our better selves...
An achingly starved place from within that beckons destiny...
There's no escaping the ultimate journey embarked on by hungry need...
As one, our voices drown woes... ultimately overcoming droughts
The consuming need drags forth a hope outreaching and yearning...
Parched dreams instantly sated by heavenly downpours muse...
The awakening of hunger vastly satisfied and fulfilled
Now realities flame and essence rises and takes shape in flight...
Newfound hope struts and blooms... striking all on vanities row of souls...
This anointment cast for its outwardly infectious nature ..
The Few the Proud and the Many we are…
Struck by the Familiarity of it still...
© C. Lyght 2010
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