Questions For The Unknown Self

Is it only through photographs that I will ever know I am me?

Or reflections from fictional people?

 

The stained, cracked mirror of the self,

Expresses itself in pulses of inchoate feeling.

 

Me, I am far from I.

Scattered.

 

Waiting to be put back together.

4 thoughts on “Questions For The Unknown Self

  1. Lovely, Radhika! And I was just reading Bertram’s blog, where she commented that, at a ‘certain age,’ she had surprised herself by acting like someone totally different from her image of herself–hiking solitary in the woods. That theme of finding and knowing ourselves…it’s clearly a lifelong challenge!

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