Do we know who we are?
Are we made of stardust
or only flesh and blood?
Why do I journal my thoughts?
To vent out my pent up emotions
to myself or to analyze them later
when I'm a bit more sane?

The other day I saw someone on the mirror
I don't know if it was me
All I've seen myself is in pictures.
Suddenly felt like someone from within
Exfoliate the mask of an ever-smiling face.
More layers unveiled, emotions cast
That's when I discovered
I was a cumulation of personalities
of what others wanted to see.
It was none of my own.

Shedding them, creating a new
Was like from an ember, a phoenix grew.
With its set of flaws and virtues,
Stories of scars, and it's way of healing through.
Down the nadir, up to the zenith,
My constant companion will always be me.
Mending the inner broken glass, I am a mosaic art
Reflecting all of you and all of me,
Waltzing through self-discovery.
Open your mind and open your eyes,
I'm not at all a labyrinth
You'll find a mirror within
You can see right through true me.

- February, 2024