Placing the Pieces Together

Daily are the tears.

The little girl cries,

 (Once she sees her recollections.

    There's no one like her but she doesn't

    know who that is.)

So she hides 

From herself.

Daily are the fears.

The little girl dies,

  (Once she sees her reflections.

    There's no other reflection of its kind.)

So she hides

From herself.

Daily are the tears.

The little girl lies,

  (Once she catches a glimpse.

     Glimpses are only partial truths

      Of what the tears has washed away.)

Never knowing Self

Never does she see Self.

Cleansed by her tears.

Strengthened by her fears.

Yet illusioned by the lies

She remains hidden from her cries,

To Be!

Though she did see

Who she already is.

Needing to precisely place

All the puzzle pieces

In their respective space.

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