An imposter writes while
looking over his shoulder
His mind mindful of what’s left
and not of what’s right
The moon he sees hides only for him
so he writes through someone else’s eyes
A nagging in his brain remains
that tells him he is just a
reflection of a shadow that fades
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Welcome back!
The imposter. He is highly recognizable.
Good to see you writing once again!
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Thank you! ⭐️
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I love the imagery of this poem and the nuances it conjures up. A lovely poem
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Thank you Gwenneth 🙂
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There’s a lot of familiarity for me in this. Never really fully convinced what I’m writing is any good, of any value to anyone or if I’m just fooling myself.
Good that you’ve found your way back to your words!
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I read your writing, i liked the “habits vs change” one really much.
I’m glad you related to this ❤️
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