The Stranger In Me (Sonnet)
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Mihaela Pirjol
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I delved into my depths to look for Me:
A reflection of a stranger greets me;
I stared into her empty eyes and soul,
Wondering, —is she me? —is she my whole?
The mirror of awareness: self to self,
Where loneliness dwells, pity for itself:
Where am I? Where's myself? I asked again:
‘Endurance in despair, distorted pain! '
How can I wholly love myself, alive,
If half in darkness mind's leading me blind?
Merged with the past, no future on my sight,
Memory's cord strangling my life, so tight!
‘Then you should make me a good friend of yours:
Leave agony behind! —shut all Past's doors! '
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