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The Deep End

I see my reflection in the deep

Calling my name it seems.


Darkness manipulative as always

seeming to be different,


almost inviting.


 I see her, my reflection, but way too far down.

 She gestures for me to follow but I pause,

I pause and stare at her in the outer mirror

on the opposite of under.


 I then realize,

Beauty in all is on the outside as in the inside,

all I have to do is see, really see.

 So I stay above water,

 just barely

And I decide,

full submission will not be my end.


(Photo by a beautiful Artist check him out: –Billy L. Silva)


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