My Version Poem by Ana Sanchez

The exterior form of this being, so fragile, so kind. anyone could love, but the blockage this person anticipates is so profound, its like a maze, getting to know piece by piece
like a puzzle in disbelief. I stare at this being cause I know her very well. Although
It seems to be running away from something escaping doesn't help. I'm caught up from then
and now quiet soul standing tall with flaws and all.Everyone seems to judge, One word, one
touch. One release. 'I live for love' it said, and that, I haven't found yet. The voice in me
wants to exhilarate all of me into reality that I'm living, but it cant not pursue in searching something that isn't there. Therefore I must love myself before I love another. time is
watchless. her eyes are telling the story without her lips moving inspiring me to do the
talking.Motionless breathtaking she is.I'm staring at her in the mirror. this person is Me.