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Stranger in My Body 2

Contributed by PoeticMystery on Sunday, 22nd August 2004 @ 10:44:03 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



I stand in front of my empty reflection.
Unable to recognize
who I am, who I was, or even who I am to be
Staring into a soul of a person I am suppose to know.
A person that knows all of my secrets, All of my thoughts,
Feelings, emotions, and dreams.
Lost in the fact that the one thing she knew about herself,
She lost so easily....
Now I know not who I am
For my hope of finding myself was in the one thing
I thought I knew...My Love
Confused yet again as to how I fix my problems, conquer my fears,
Control my emotions, and reach for my dreams.
My reflection so much movement....
A breath, a blink, a tear...
Yet so lifeless.
And the reason I am to live, to love, to go on each day
I can not find.
For it hides in the shadows of who the world says I am suppose to be
and what I am suppose to feel.
And I am dieing from trying so hard.
Dieing perhaps not in my physical body,
But in my mind, my heart, and maybe my soul.
Nothing out of the ordinary,
Nothing to contemplate to be ludicrous
About my sanity or my life
I am just lost in who I am.
Who am I?
Am I but a reflection in the mirror?
Am I as empty as I seem?
Yet the words flow on...
The pen keeps writing,
But I am lost at the fact
that...the soul the words are conceived in
and the lips that the words are born in
and the pen like a God who decides how permanant it is
And the paper of which is like a Heaven where the words live eternally........
Is all unfamiliar to me, unknown to who I am for I am only....
A Stranger in My Body!




Copyright © PoeticMystery ... [ 2004-08-22 22:44:03]
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Re: Stranger in My Body 2 (User Rating: 1 )
by Dizza_13 on Monday, 23rd August 2004 @ 01:32:20 AM AEST
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very well done. i like how you've structured this.

dizza


Re: Stranger in My Body 2 (User Rating: 1 )
by Willofree on Monday, 23rd August 2004 @ 11:00:58 AM AEST
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The poem felt powerful, and it held my attention. The style and wording really impressed me. The question of "Who Am I" can really cause a lot of stress. I find that sometimes it helps to decide who we are not, which narrows down the options....

very moving, Willofree




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