Holding in high esteem <br />My false self image <br />The granules of that image flow <br />Slipping thru the hour glass <br /> <br />Turning the hourglass <br />As many times <br />As repeated deceptions <br />And reincarnations <br />I insist upon, <br />The sand in unique arrangements <br />Slides thru the glass every time <br />Until I release the sand <br />Or the turning and be <br />The transparent glass.<br /><br />Sheila Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/false-identity/
