At The Core

from Out With Lanterns, a weekday poetry practice

I don’t know who I am right now.
Gravity seems to have shifted
and all is tilt-a-whirl. Suddenly
it’s mid life, and I’m flipped in it. 
I am well, and I am not well
all at the same time. This person
in the mirror–she looks strange.
hardened, tired, empty–
still beautiful, sure, but it’s
as if she’s stranded somewhere 
in the middle–wondering if 
earth’s center has altered or if
it’s just her that has changed. 

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