Desired Unveiling

After Rene Magritte, The Therapist, 1937

By: Nahomi Alemu

Shame is a cloak,
unequivocally masking the unpleasant.
When I peek from under
it is my reflection I see
only, what stands before me is distant.

Like a cold salty shore
and an infinite horizon of vapor
we stand on opposite ends.
separated by a confinement
of my making.

I yearn so deeply
to embrace my reflection,
to ignite like a match stick
vigorously stricken,
to become one again.

We could take flight
to the tune
of the whistling wind,
leaving behind the stiff bars
of self judgement
that I had placed
part of myself in.

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