CURSE AND GIFT

Edges of shadows
In the corners of eyes
Too fast to see 

Is it true
What you see
Is it me
Is it real
You do not hear my voice
Or know the colour of my eyes
You would not know me in the street

And yet
You have seen my soul in words
Those who care to look
Can know my story
My frailties
My vulnerabilities

The curse and the gift of
Of poetry

                                By Phil Robrts