A Poem to My Former Self

Valerie

Some days,

I feel more in touch with you than id like.

Some days, I like to look at you as the past version of myself,

other days,

I look at you

as a piece of me that won’t go away.

I wish you could unlearn all of the things that you were forced to realize;

I wish you could relearn some of the things I used to have.

 

The timing was ill-starred.

I parted with you as quickly as you came.

You always seem to come back to me at the most unfortunate times.

Sometimes, I wonder if I’m no longer who you are.

 

Maybe,

at this time,

I am simply a version of myself that resents you.

Maybe,

soon,

there will be another version of me

that is nothing

like you.

  • Author: V (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 5th, 2022 00:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: I have to live with your consequences. I wish you were erased.
  • Category: Letter
  • Views: 18
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  • L. B. Mek

    forgive me, dear Poet
    I read your words and couldn't help
    but try to poetically reciprocate
    the similar, realisations
    I have come across..
    thank you for choosing to share
    and for inspiring my little scribble..
    (sadly, it takes a while for
    those wear and tear, creases
    in our faces, to show up
    yet
    those bruises in our heart's
    are stamped, daily
    like, instantaneous
    is our only
    speed of reality, in our life's
    annals
    of pain and misery..
    so
    in morning's, we look
    at a reflection, stuck
    in the past
    till
    someday, unknowingly
    the reverse
    becomes our reality
    where, those betraying wrinkles
    insure
    we start looking at a reflection
    far
    too - removed, from our sense
    of Youthful, self..
    ergo
    'life be slow to progress, till
    it's ephemeral speed, races
    to our, End..'
    best
    to find, a speed
    somewhere in-Between
    where
    we fight, to recognise
    ourselves
    in that betraying, distorted
    image, reflecting
    in our mind's, muddy rivers..
    i think)



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