There is a comfort that she supplies
Like a warm ray of sun peeking, through dark and rainy skies,
I dare to feel
Try to uncover
Do I keep it to myself ?
Or do I feel like another ?
Like a unwanted role,
A dreadful part,
Played over an over
Until it changed my heart,
Dammed to live,
Dammed to lie,
Trying to search for parts of me, that are actually mine
Some things learned,
Many more lost,
In fear of rejection,
I isolate, but at what cost ?
A restless soul yearns for rest,
An uneasy thing to do
I keep returning
To things I swore never again, I knew
Drowning in sea
Swallowed by the water
Pulled down into the depths
Where it slowly gets darker
Black are the skies,
The slim beam of light,
passed
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Author:
PurpleGlasses (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Oh, the chaos of questions that run through the mind. Nice poem.
Thank you for reading and commenting 🙂
This poem has a lot to do with me finding myself and searching for the parts of me that come from within. And to distinguish them from those parts that are learned and in a way forced onto by rules, upbringing and environmental factors in general.
Sometimes these questions confuse me and it feels like being trapped in a dark and empty space.
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