Dark Horse

Photo by Mathias P.R. Reding on Unsplash

It was uncovered,
That I have been,
Hiding in plain sight.

Who knew?

Outside observer, inward observation.
Chupa rustam, revealed in reservation.

A shield for the self, from the self.
Harbored intensely, against intensity.

Once only a passenger,
I have been driving, seemingly eternally.

Now I can finally see,
The rearview reflects the path to destiny.