reflections, perceptions & projections.
Our anxieties, our fears
Make thee a bubble
that even with sharpest discerning eye outwards
there is no other to see.
Identity is similar.
Through the looking glass one can say this is whom I be, that which is me.
But does it have to be?
Can we not be free from this ever consuming aspect of society?
And truely be free.
Unfreeze the cold of others and what they perceive.
Just breathe.
And feel that beyond mirrors edge the flow of your heart blow caressingly.
For truly, you glow.
Poem by Willow Somerville, images by Holly Vanden
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