I once thought I
was somebody else,
unrecognizable
to my self,
my sanity and
a specific ideal
of whom I should be.
Somebody else, unlike me,
historically.

I thought once
somebody else could
recognize me,
the way I was or
wanted to be.
Flaws and all,
as it is, as
it was, as it should be;
mysteriously.

© 2023 j,g, lewis