Am I but reflection

Am I but reflection

A mirror

To my soul

Free to learn

Of imperfection

As untouchable

As a rainbow

As heroic as the dead

A metaphor

In a nursery rhyme

Partitioned within

Armour plated

Softly feathered

Oxymorons

Safely settled

Nestled in

Cold war comfort

Behind a curtain

Uncertain of my

Provenance

A subjective

Realignment

Out of time

Unbrick me

Subdivision renders

Me invisible

Even from mine own self

Indivisible

True to the wall

An anachronism

Keeping us apart

Even though

We think we are together

Tear it down

Tether my heart

Like a weather balloon

Let it hang

Over no man’s land

Until the last breath

Is released,

Deflated

I am finally

A soul,

Free

To wander.