There's a feeling
I notice sometimes I
Don't want to claim it
As mine.
***
Yet on occasion I dare
Open a window and stare,
At the unhappy me
I seem to be.
***
Quickly I flee from any
Self in-to-me-see, and
From possibilities
Of self-alchemy.
***
For how can I face unhappy me
If I wake up to see
The choice I've had
All along to be the me
I think I want to be?

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