Creators
What holds us;
our endearing hands
grasping
for a piece of the immortal;
slipping to others
the source of our strength
blind to the cause of our misery.
The mirror tells a better story;
echoing the lost eyes,
the original face,
the sadness
at time wasted.
What is a lie
but our hope
given an honest face.
Smile;
we are the creators.
