Unseen

Inclined towards reflection, I am not disappointed,
By my youthful, abundant inner flow.

Close to thirty,
Two of me….
Women,
Both creations of nature and of the soul,
Hunt the mirror.

One is the expression of my organic romantic disposition,
Dreaming of budding love,
A prisoner of experiences and feelings,
Which cannot quiet the song of the heart.

The other is reading into the depths of souls,
And is protective
Against betrayal and premonitions of future tragedies.

We’re always together,
Me…
Two of me,
In a melodramatic posturing,
Unseen by anyone.