Stranger Within
© 2016 Iony Smith
a stranger we are to ourselves until we invite our special guest
in from the rain or snow or from the torrid sun, inclement or fair
blue skies the meeting is about to begin with the stranger within
bonding with this personification sometimes familiar other times
not, now standing in our midst and breathing our air, we recognize
and appreciate that which is us and that which is them and with
the luck of the draw, we erect no barriers between the two, the
stranger within
we are divided at least in two, the known and unknown, both as
irreconcilable and harmonious twins playing hide and seek over a
lifetime of adventures, of wonderment and disappointment with the
stranger within
And when the penumbras freely speak out of their filtered light,
we sometimes listen and other times turn our attention elsewhere
not wanting to hear confusion or another way to see what we
struggle against with the stranger within, both the chaos and the
calm beneath for the stranger within
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