Story of My Life

Every step forward I'm walking in my shadow

Reflections of a life lived dances on my mind screen

I’m watching the story of my life, the unedited version

Where truth and fiction knows no lies

They come together in all its ugly and beautiful reality

Blessed with the gift of words and self-examination

My vision of self is scathingly honest like a razor

Blood is drawn but wounds will heal

Lies fester like an open sore and with time only get uglier

You can’t hide from who you truly are

Truth is your only savoir

Famous words from the Man in the Mirror’

Wish MJ had done so many years ago, nonetheless, I digress

Winter breeze blows in the summer

There’s a chill in the air that only I can feel

A smile of reassurance would be welcomed this time

Or a sign that someone is watching over me

Even as I am blind to the everyday danger just lurking beyond the peripheral

A uncommon sense that God is paying attention

That I am not alone in my daily thoughts.

Dean Jean-Pierre

3-26-06

3:16pm

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