Minister’s Daughter? jansmatters.com, July 9, 2025 I appear as a minister’s daughterRather than a person with a pastMy persona ingrainedMy reality a constant clashI act with apparent compassionFilled with a sense of derisionMy actions entrenchedMy passions a constant collision Outside InsideInside OutsideConflict in the depths of perceptionDissonance at the heart of cognitionSleepless nights – restless daysHesitations bred of inhibitionInside OutsideOutside InsideMy passions a constant collisionMy actions entrenchedFilled with a sense of derisionI act with apparent compassionMy reality a constant clashMy persona ingrainedRather than a person with a pastI appear as a minister’s daughter Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like this:Like Loading... Related Essays, Flash Fiction, Poetry identitypersonaPoemPoetry
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