Perspective, by Annette Carasco

Perspective

Am I in the womb or a coffin?

Am I about to be born or buried?

Am I hemmed in by these walls or protected by them?

Is this my prison or my place of safety?

Is this a window to my soul?

Or am I simply on display?

Am I vulnerable in my nakedness?

Or am I confident in my beauty?

Am I sleeping peacefully or just biding my time?

It is all a matter of perspective.