In the mirror,
I see someone.
Not me, exactly—
a version of myself,
blurred at the edges,
fading in and out
like a radio signal caught between stations.
I reach toward the glass,
but my fingers hover just before touching,
unsure if what I’m seeing
would shatter or dissolve.
#poetry #art

#blueskyartshow #dream #7syllablesentence

Sometimes, life is but a dream....

Yes, I cried. Loved it.

she’s stayed hidden
most of her life
her cocoon
her safe place
away from prying eyes
and hushed whispers
it’s where she could
be herself, where she
was free
yet in that silken oasis
a change began to happen
and as she spread her wings
she breathed

#poetry #writing

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Hello Bluesky I enjoy crafting with air dried clay and acrylic paint