At times, I allow myself to be defined by others who are often in such pain they can barely define themselves.
All Too Familiar
by Angela Josephine
You see me all too familiar,
I think.
A creative visionary
hardened into an unsatisfied stone
under your Medusa stare…
You see me all too familiar.
But that is mythology
and I am no stone
and familiarity becomes
my salvation.
It turns my gaze inward
where I see nothing familiar
and I cry…
Not for me, but
for you…
And your tremendous loss
for seeing me
all too familiar.