You search for yourself
in the reflection of ink—
there, in the margin,
between what is said and meant,
your true face finally shows.
I have seen you there,
caught in the amber of verse,
crystallized, perfect—
the you that you always were
but never dared to become.
Words are mirrors that
don't lie about our beauty,
they show us the scars
that make us luminous, the
cracks where light enters us.
In every poem
you write, you are both author
and protagonist,
creator and created thing,
the question and the answer.
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