Edges of shadows
In the corners of eyes
Too fast to see
It might be me
Is it true
What you see?
Is it real?
Is it really me?
You do not hear my voice
Or know the colour of my eyes
You would not know me in the street
Or recognise my accent
Should we meet
And yet
You have seen my soul
In the words I write
And even the spaces between them
Those who care to look
Can know my story
My frailties
My vulnerabilities
My reality
This may be my curse
And my gift to you
Whatever it may be
You know that it is true
By Phil Roberts
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC
Edges of shadows
In the corners of eyes
Too fast to see
It might be me
Is it true
What you see?
Is it real?
Is it really me?
You do not hear my voice
Or know the colour of my eyes
You would not know me in the street
Or recognise my accent
Should we meet
And yet
You have seen my soul
In the words I write
And even the spaces between them
Those who care to look
Can know my story
My frailties
My vulnerabilities
My reality
This may be my curse
And my gift to you
Whatever it may be
You know that it is true
By Phil Roberts
