Prisms

It greets me when I’m waking up, unseen, but present.
Roll around, cover my face, try to ignore it’s crecent.
Get up, get ready. Focus on will, duty and hate.
My façade falls when in my mind it’s power does takes place.

It lurks when I lay down, unseen, yet absolute.
Roll around, cover my face, try to find confidence to dispute.
Try to go under and outrun it by not moving at all.
The part accountable, I wish, I could say I can recall.

It’s there in every moment, unseen, yet it is sheer.
Walk around, eyes unfocused and wanting into tears.
See everyone at their best, as their angels have caressed.
No angels there for my sake, so I have to recreate.

It’s there and I accept. It’s there and so it be.
My pride is somewhere else and I find it within me.
Flip my mirror as a prism, shine light at what I’m best.
Flaunt all within my wisdom and at what I have been blessed.