Dipped in leather she was,
Tough as it too,
Or so they say.
Their eyes closed to the truth.
An idea,
A holucination of what should be
Was She.
A podium to climb
BIGGER that Thee
Mistaken for an anapirition
A moulded mess of light
Seeping through the cracks
Will I be understood tonight??
The pedestal is way too tall
For me to climb upon
Im much smaller than I used to be
Im just me
Dont you see
My colours don't shine so bright
I can no longer be the light
That guides you to
Your path of right.
This person you wish me to be
I am nOt thee
I'm just me
Trying
To be
ME.
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Author:
searchin4Soul (
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Comments4
Fantastic end and as Bruce Lee said "I'm not here to live up to your expectations and you are not here for mine" we each can only give a bit of light...
Great work, keep up the write.
Your support is much appreciated. X
I love the sense of individualism expressed in this piece.
Thank you 😊
I really like your format for delivery, as if metaphorically and visually distilling your message to its natural ending,
wonderfully creative, an enjoyable read,
though I ask you to remember that great poem by Muhammed Ali (yeah the boxer) lol:
'Me = We'...
lest us stand for ourselves, but side-by-side, learning to lean on each other, when our steps falter...
Although I'm not quite intelligent enough to fully understand what you mean, I do get the gist. My first write for 20 years. So thank you for your positivity xxx
Enjoyed your creative use of terminology here, such as 'holucination' and 'an anapirition' but I'm not quite sure what they mean.
Good for you - don't let anyone else stick their labels or their expectations on you. Seems you've got that sorted...
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