Resurfacing.

Lisa M.

How many people can we be?

How many faces can we wear?
How many skins need be shedded before our true colours emerge?

Are we the simple, purehearted child from once upon a time,

or the callous exterior that glares witheringly at our enemies?

The mirror is cracked and disjointed.

Each shard shows another reality true.

Conflicting, overwhelming.

I cannot be both I and me.