13 Ik
White Cosmic Wind
A Phantom have I
Lived with near a
Year---
An inner Voice---
A disembodied Face
A separate Self---
Beloved yet apart---
A ghostly Lover
Occupies my Heart
His surface Charm
Hides Depths unknown---
Deadly and immortal
both---
Wild Resentment grows---
Upon him, I projected
Every Wound and Crime
From Infancy Committed
Until present Time---
I fashioned there a
Hero
An insubstantial Soul---
But when I let him go
I saw
The Hero’s but my Self,
made whole.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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