I
I
Darkest thoughts
Brightest smile
A facade well seen,
a unearthed orchid oh so shy.
Feeling of a ungraceful prescence
but the knowledge of self and mind.
Searching for a personal mecca
What worth are you , we
I?
A bundle of joy that is I
A comrade of the same unusual kind
Each breath a relief of life
No need to face the suffering of that knife
Live for not your fallen shadow,
But a new heart beat
Yours
Our
and I
Guide that inspired this poem: