Published by: Jielian Lobete
Date Published: January 19, 2026
Time Published: 5:15 PM
Category: Poetry
Theme: the journey of self-discovery and the struggle to find and embrace one’s authentic identity
I meet my face in morning glass,
A breath appears, then fades from view.
The light shifts slightly as I pass,
A shape that feels almost—but not—quite true.
A folded map within my coat,
It’s line worn thin by careful use.
I trace one path, then miss the note,
Unsure which turn I ought to choose.
I borrow words I hear nearby,
Their cadence soft upon air.
They reach my lips, then pass me by,
As though they never meant to stay there.
In rooms where voices rise and fall,
I pause, and let the moment be.
A muted hum beneath it all,
Moves quietly along with me.
I walk ahead, no rush, no sign,
No name to claim, no truth to prove.
What stays with me feel small but mine—
Enough, for now, to let me move.
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