Image for post
Image for post

Looking in the mirror

This is what I see

It is a faded picture

Of you

And, well, of me

The chains around our limbs

We cunningly admitted

We chose our inhibitions

Because we thought

They fitted

But chains befit us never

And we all own the key

So open all your locks

And mine

For we are all born free!

(Inspired by Nohat’s beautiful prompt)

Friend of life and beauty and foe of spoilers of life and beauty. Golden marriage. Grandfather. Pianist and micro poet. Dutch, European.

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store