Blury Shade - Poem by Sarah Sisson
A fat mess in a blurry shade
from a canopy of delusion.
A mirror stabs me yet it is unbroken.
What I have here is an answer,
but only if I ask those on the other side.
Those I will never trust.
I seek approval.
I give myself none.
I bake in my mirror as the sun reflects behind me.
It blurs my figure so I cannot see.
The heat seeks my body and I feel pain.
Let the sun move,
as the heavens rotation promises it to do so.
Please, I wish to stay in the same place.
I wish for the same land to hold my feet
so the glare wont char me.
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