lei fraser

imagine.create.become

writer, poet, photographer, artist, illustrator, knitter,friend and fine pancake flipper

I am lost

I am lost
in the lush overgrowth
of my body

where water meets skin
to run in tiny streams down my face
over wrinkles and lines

searching the centre
breathe in
breathe out

my inner world
does not match
the curves

I wander the paths of
my soul’s estate
wondering

how when the mirror
will bend
and I will walk through

found
~

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