2020 – 10

They say we’re born,
We walk through life,
And then we die – alone.

Yet I am here,
Not on my own,
But always followed.

Always accompanied
By a name I did not choose,
By a shadow that does not
Portray me well,
A reflection that never
Feels true to heart.

And when those things
Feel too untrue
I have my words
For shield and comfort.

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