Yvonne ColemanBurney Poems

What do you see when you look at me?

Is my mirror really a reflection of whom
I am to be or is it an illusion.
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Illumination of echo tides as they run through my
mind like sand in an hourglass, my imagination
that quietly drifts into a settled completion of clouds
as sandcastles are formed yet through the cries and
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He was like the quintet that
played in perfect harmony with
a dash of a soulful strut.
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I feel naked on a stage
vulnerable to your stares
as I expose my self to you
showing my inner self
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People ask me as they come in and out of
my life why my past has not filled me with
strife
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