Stolen Identity



Standing alone
In the dark
So angry and confused
All I see
Is nothing
Only black


Turn on my heel
Go nowhere
There's nowhere to go
No point in running
Can't run from myself
From the memories


Tell me
In whose arms
Do I belong
If I belong
To any?
A place to belong to?
A person to belong with?


Tell me
Who I am
Without him


Because I don't know
Myself anymore
I know
Is so wrapped around Him
I can't tell myself apart


And I think sometimes
Is that wrong?

  • Author: Stormy Day (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 12th, 2011 13:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: This was a really low point for me; I had given so much of myself, that when he left, it felt like what made me who I was went with him. My only solace was my poetry. I'm so grateful that, at least was left to me. But since, I've realized there are some things that can't be taken away. And my heart is a little more guarded for it.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 52
  • Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
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  • Cheeky Missy

    And in it you've excellently expressed what love made of you.....a different person than before, which was subsequently destroyed and/or recreated into the you that was left of the remnants. I like it very well for its having thus pictured what love does with us. Excellent!

    • StormyDay

      I'm so glad for your input all the time. Thank you.

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