Without myth #2

I, being from great ancients,

believed in myths, till I saw one myself.

I was without sight from then on- I did not perceive,

a quest, ridden with impatience.


Many did not understand, my foolishness,

and my pride, my anger and my folly,

but they did not know I saw a myth,

one reserved for exclusiveness.


What could this myth be,

that so ruined my very existence?

What could have left me for dead?

What could not look back with no apology?


Come close and I’ll tell you,

I’ll whisper it in your ear,

why, I looked in a mirror,

and do you know what I found staring back at me?

A monster held to my heart, oh so dear.

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