image by René Magritte
Cloistered
when another
tells you of yourself
you’re shown the dance they see
your outward choreography
but you hear not of the music
that rings true in your mind
that leads and drives the steps
to this inward dance they’re blind
you are shown the reflection
not the light that shines inside
that illuminates your soul
to guide your steps and stride
are we the I that we know
the self that we so treasure
or are we in fact the other
the one the others measure
for if the valid I
be the one that is most known
then we are in fact that I
the one to ourselves not shown
for surely when compared
the majority story shared
is of the outward other
the one seen by another
and so we live our life
cloistered in this other
and live this life alone
even when by many known
for the I that’s outward shown
is the I that’s not our own
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2012
