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This Crowd Of People

This crowd of people in the mirror I see,
who all dwell within me.
Their souls have no home and they come to me when I'm all alone 
to remind me of who I really am.
Some were there from the start,
they knew my brain, they knew my heart.
I call them mama, daddy, uncles and aunts.
They were my ecosystem.
They kept me aloft.
Some were strangers who lost their way and found me on their path one day.
A few left scars to be remembered, yet others left only scars.
Some of which are still tender.
There were those who came along and stayed awhile and because of them,
my heart wears a smile. I call them friends, companions and angels,
but the ones dearest to me, I called family.
I met a few who were considered wanderers.
They didn't exactly know what their life was for.
Many taught me lessons I'll never forget, yet others took from me and left me wet
like an abandoned animal in the rain without a home, they took what they needed
and then they were gone.
Now, the person you see today has been transformed into someone new.
Not because of the ones that came in, but because of those who passed through.
And this crowd of people in the mirror I see, are really only reflections of me.

© All Copyright, Karen Stepherson, 7/10/99. 
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