trapped within a name
remnants of identity
like a veil, torn but
precariously screening me
like the partition
between two lands
like two eyes that synchronize
but can never meet past
the delicate bridge of the nose
a delicious longing
a secret passage..
the third eye
***
from where this poem started off
to where it ended up is a mystery to me
:)
SONYA KASSAM 
“from where this poem started off
to where it ended up is a mystery to me”
That’s what happens when you let the pen take over!
Your name is just a given means of addressing you, it’s not who you are, not representing anything except a very narrow identity, like you’ve so beautifully put. It’s only when you open that mystical, mystical third eye that you can see beyond names and faces.
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Sonya,
Thank you for sharing this poem with us. I like the subtlety of it, and the implication that our name should be very carefully chosen, since we will become it.
All good wishes,
robert
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