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Sculpt myself anew
Contributed by
dbl0jen
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Thursday, 11th February 2010 @ 10:24:52 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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At times it has seemed,
As though life was a dream.
Days filled with hope, now only crave dope.
And of the art of procrastination, I am master.
Absolute master.
Each day I make plans.
To do this, and do that.
But in the end it seams that
I have only sat, …and sat,…and sat.
On my ass.
Doing nothing,
Going nowhere.
Waiting for something,
Or someone,….
Or maybe just waiting.
For what?
Death.
Perhaps.
Definitely I would have found it.
Or it would have found me,
In the end, as always
We get what we’ve got coming.
By way of charma, or city bus,
We always get what we’ve got coming.
So long I have sat,…waiting.
Practically a death in itself.
Or lack of life, per-se
No will for it. No care for it.
Nothing.
And now suddenly, I have a spark.
Something deep within me, that I had thought lost.
Now alive again.
In the midst of my chaos,
And the mess of my “un-tended” life.
Now alive.
And frightened.
But alive.
Where to start, picking up my tattered life, to dust it off.?
So much of it is at an irreparable point.
My relationships have faltered,
And I no longer even know myself.
Who I once was,..no longer exists.
In her place,….a dusty slate.
Covered with all the remnants of the old me,
Blurred, and needing erased, or redefined.
I am at a point in which, I could erase the things I loath,
And re-invent myself as I see fit.
Become the slow sculpture I had thought I was,
But wasn’t.
I had been someone else’s sculpture.
Someone else’s project.
Now set aside and forgotten.
Unfinished. And Incomplete.
Perhaps now, it is time for me to pick up that long forgotten project,
To finish it.
Or start anew.
I have all the tools,
To redefine myself,
All the right tools to chip and chisel away at the unwanted me,
Hopefully, to uncover the beauty that I hide within.
The me that no one see’s.
The me, that will be my salvation in the end.
If only I can realize what I know to be true.
And sculpt my self anew.
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dbl0jen
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2010-02-11 22:24:52]
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Re: Sculpt myself anew
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by Fuzzy on
Friday, 12th February 2010 @ 03:52:28 AM AEST
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Such a well written poem
about self struggle
hope you do.
[ sculpt my self anew]
Perhaps now, it is time for me to pick up that long forgotten project,
To finish it.
Or start anew.
I have all the tools,
To redefine myself,
All the right tools to chip and chisel away at the unwanted me,
Hopefully, to uncover the beauty that I hide within.
The me that no one see’s.
The me, that will be my salvation in the end.
If only I can realize what I know to be true.
And sculpt my self anew.
Take care
Fuzzy
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