Me

I apologize to my, albeit small, reader base for having not posted last week. I really have no excuse, but I hope to make it up to you with a double post today. This week my post is about identity, and I sincerely hope that you enjoy this week’s post.

Identity. Me. We. Us. I see myself differently than anyone else will ever see me. And We all have our own Selves inside our selves. Unfortunately, they only reflect slight bits onto our outer selves. It happens, for example, quite like the moon and the sun. The moon reflects only a small amount of the true blinding radiance of the sun, and what it does shine is always altered by its physical appearance and its scars of past experiences. Now, this of course is not a perfect analogy, as the sun eventually comes out of hiding, showing its beautiful blinding radiance, whereas most of us will never truly show our entire selves. If we ever do, it’s only to a few people, and always altered by their protective layers of prejudice that keep them from being blinded by our brilliance. However, our true selves never change, only the scars and appearance of our reflections. We are always beautiful, always perfect, and always truly amazing.

Me

staring, waiting, through this tear-streaked window

Will anyone love me, this real self?

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Me

caring, loving, wondering what this world holds

Can no one see me inside of here?

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Me

seeing, staring, all the tinted shields outside

Does no one care to leave their safety?

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Me

hoping, praying, someone else will save me here

Will no one come to help me?

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Me

seeing, hearing, one laughing outside their shell

Why does no one see the wonder?

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Me

judging, whispering, her standing all alone out there

Can she not see her nonconformity?

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Me

thinking, realizing, she doesn’t care what they say

Can I do the same as her?

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Me

praying, hoping, I can do it as she does

Will I be as free as she?

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Me

stepping, striding, towards the door of my purgatory

How could I stay inside of here?

The Life You Left Behind

This week, another poem. I encourage you to interpret it in the way that most benefits you, as there are unlimited ways to do so and I wish for you to get the most you can from this. Thus, The Life You Left Behind:

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Wings in the Dark, drawing by author, 2012

Do you remember the sirens’ song

that lured you from your mother’s home

and kept you from your life so long?

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Do you remember the ogre’s cries

the ones that left tears in your eyes

and trapped you ’till your last goodbyes?

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Do you remember the oarsmen’s sweat

that was made hauling you as you bled

back to the place where you first met?

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Do you remember the hospital wing

where you were treated like a king

’till you killed the ogre, gave back the ring?

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Do you remember the children’s eyes

when you told them to say goodbye

and the ogre left, no longer lied?

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Do you remember growing older

the children left and you grew colder

and climber over that long, last boulder?

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Do you remember the light of your life

as you found me in my time of strife

and loved me from our first sight?

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Do you remember all of this time

the things you loved, the times you cried

or forget the life you left behind?

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You don’t remember, that’s okay

You know I’ll love you anyway

The life you never loved can wait.

Dark Behind

This week I have a poem, brand new, inspired by some of the things that I have been experiencing of late. It’s called Dark Behind, and, well, I’ll just leave it up to your interpretation.

Scarred and Weeping, drawing by author, 2012.

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I love to live

And live to lie

Watch the tears

And say goodbye

For naught, said the sailor

The storm is not yet here

But the tears still come

For the broken years  to come

And state your will for fear

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And so, you see

The death of me

Will not be unearned

Untainted

Unwanted

For to see the light that shines ahead

You must see the clouds of tomorrow

And cry for those with lives ahead

So when the storm comes to follow

You see the light that comes from deep

Deep within the red

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And that dying wish

Those darker days

They never show their worst

For even in the darkest night

You cannot see the hearse

The light that falls

What’s in your eyes

Come to tell the pain

But never love

And never live

And never stop the rain

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To live is love

And love is hiding

Hidden under drapes

The kill is fresh

So don’t depress

The lives you would have saved

To live and love

Look past the power

And never do remain

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For never to ever remember

You look ahead and see the gain