A Russian doll
Of many selves
Inside this woman
A young girl dwells
Playful and joyous
She’s the fun part of me
The one who sings loudest
And feels the most free
But sometimes the woman
Who’s been battered by life
Takes over my head space
And causes me strife
These different personas
Appear to be real
But their transient nature
Another truth must reveal
So, who is this “I”
That I think of as me
And which of her faces
Reflects reality?
The self that I sense
When my thoughts become still
And my mind is unshackled
From the force of my will
Tells me that I’m not the body
Or even the mind
But the silent observer
Who exists beyond time
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