Me - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 118: ME

My inward friends abhors me,

My distant lover desires me,

My mirror reflects me,

My biggest fantasy embraces me with loose arms,

But the lightest realizations arrive in restraint—

halting thrice in two steps

approaching farther away.

Why?

Unlike the tug at the end of a the line

no one pulls this fine line

but a shadow of me at the other end

pulling desperately like a dying friend

cling to a life line.

I have no word for what is within me,

the seer blind and loud

holding sinking grounds

sinking deeper my deep rooted hurt

and staring at the tunnel end with suspicion.

But not the mutable form behind it could deafen my ears.

Behind it, the line,

there's hope in his eyes

but the present me

have been fed fat with lies

written on parchments

torn from ancient scrolls

words encrypted, keys unknown...

He may pull all he can

but I'll not an inch move...

because I must of this reflection write or else...

Or else, why write?

It's just me!

I’m sick of peering at the reflection

of who I should've been

before now happened on me.

No, my reflection is tired of peering at me

with teary eyes and a heavy heart.

Who can save me from staling on myself?

Is it he who awakens me into being

or he who stares hard and long but sees nothing still?

He pulls on

I stare on

He tugs

I shrugs

So he goes into the air

leaving me in great despair.

And the seer is mistaken for the seen-

He who stares at his reflection

and tells the world he's seen a vision-

Me!

- Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

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