it's when i see, i acknowledge the colors of my person...the black, white, the streaks of red, blue, green and purple in me; my indecision, my weaknesses, my temper, my moods; lamp-lit nights magnify my truths...
mirrors don't lie...in their silence, they speak in volumes, flashing scenes, of what could have been, had i been stubborn...and persisted on some choices and decisions then...
they remind me of stories behind my wrinkles, scars, and gray hair... they stay with me, when i feel, i am levitating between sky and earth, when overlapping doubts assail me--
did i take the right path? am i where i should be?
will i still be treading other paths? or will i just deep-fry in this boiling, restrictive atmosphere?...am i close to that impending tunnel? or, will it be a hot, muddy marsh for me?
on rainy evenings, my thoughts start from puddles, slowly turning to rivers that keep me awake 'til early hours of dawn... _______ /\\\\\\\\ Sally