A poem
I see my reflectionAn expression of what you need me to beThe hollowness of a parent you envision…
The words you cast in haste,speak to the wasted dreams of my existence.
On winter morningsmy nape misses your warm breathslike a mirror steam.
in the circle of your life there will be those for whom your life would be a play…
silence becomes dangerouswhen we don’t fill the air with our truth what we need.