Mistaken Identity Poem by Chris Embrick

Call me a poet
a mistaken identity
I invite you
inside my psyche
to see facets
of who I am
But be warned
You'll only read
what I've been thinking
What I've imagined
What I saw in my dreams
True, you'll get a glimpse
now and then of my soul
maybe a line or two
that peers into my heart
but never will you enter
my inner sanctum
the place where I'm renewed
Here my mentor
my conscience guide
often transports me
into the supernatural
Conscious
sub-conscious
unconscious
I never look for signs
posted on the door
I simply follow wisdom
down the corridors of time
into the secret chambers
of my soul
Call me a poet
but I'm not in every poem
Often I stray from reality
Look into the mirror
and see reflected back
my mistaken identity
Most often
it's his thoughts
that
begin and end the poem.