A Self Extended Beyond the Self

 

I keep myself in my pocket

and take out when I’m bored.

Precious as a lover’s locket

my self is not easily ignored.

 

Sometimes, when I forget

who I am, when I can’t remember,

I become impatient or upset

for what seems like forever.

 

That’s when I reach for myself

to make sure I’m still there.

I’ll even look at someone else

because it helps to compare.

 

I love whatever I find in me,

and if I don’t, I don’t care.

My beauty’s for others to see.

If they like it, I want them to share.

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R. Charboneau