Prism

Grateful and galvanised,

I finally learned how to fight for myself,

because,

as is always the case,

outside validation told me I was worth it,

and I,

easily lead, as always,

followed the trail,

and decided I was worthy of fair treatment.

I think I have been,

and remain many different people,

an optical illusion,

different,

depending on the day,

or the eye that spies me,

but when he looks at me,

all of us collide,

and for a moment,

we are unstoppable.