Passing Moments

They’ve never changed. Mirrors
never regret reflective moments.
I’ll need not adulation being me.
I’d redo my life in exchange for
reasons to embrace heaven’s
existence. Dying’s real, I question
if I should. Why is my body
password protected? I gift myself
passing moments; although, should
I do that? I already struggle with
sudden feelings of guilt because
I’ve taken lives of innocent gnats.
I still see their faces in mirrors.

~ Passing Moments

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