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Are you living your truth now? I’m not.
An exciting and promising past inspired me to write this poem. I miss who I was and the person I can never be.
I’m outside of myself
studying, criticizing, analyzing, judging,
comforting all that I am.
There are foolish expectations
and grandiose dreams that I am
ashamed to admit.
So I walk away to seek solace
in a place where truths are adamant
to recognize my existence.
There I am sticking my chin up
as I labor through survival while
listening to applause echoing
from my past.
This is the land that’s supposed
to make one of my magical dreams
come true.
Now the only magic that’s left
is to day dream about who
I used to be and the exciting life
I once lived with peers
and my beloved family.
I’m outside of myself
where I will never know…
… oh, I will never know at all…
how to set myself free.
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