Self portrait
I lock the door for a minute
I stare at myself in the mirror
I don't recognise that person
standing in front of me
for this particular reason.
I recognise lots of changes
as if I hadn't seen myself for ages,
yet it's not something negative.
I'm very fond of my body shape
for of my inside it's a silent witness.
This gaze in the morning
was a kind of rediscovery
to spot strengthened branches
to acknowledge this vehicle
that I will always carry.
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