Healing Poem by Edwina Reizer
Healing
How do I take my medicine?
I take it a little at a time.
And every little dose I take
is connected to my rhyme.
And what is the medicine I swallow?
Pride, ego and vanity.
I figure if I can heal these things
I can observe the real me.
And who is this person that I am?
A character in a play.
For this world is a stage with actors
that need medicine every day.
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