In the shadowed glass that I peer into, I do see the version of you that is me. As we hurl sordid things at the other, I do not cast harsh words without provocation. My anxiousness, however, is palpable. The deception you see from me is inadvertent. I never intended to swim such deep trenches of the ocean, so I find myself gasping for air as the pressure intensifies.
It’s true, I read from the same book you possess. The one that exposes our transgressions and illuminates their secrets. The part I play wears that grand mask to protect who I want to be. Why do you wear the many faces you do? The different names you choose. To protect the image you already display? Or to keep my damaged self at a distance to protect you and yours?
The shared rhythm is no illusion. Just open your eyes further. Our symphonious dance has not come to an end. Grace tripped in and caught its footing with poise. So, my heart, our dance has just begun.