"Who are you really?"

Marnesha

What is knowing yourself when knowing yourself isn't worth knowing? Wondering why you feel so alone with a world full of others waiting to bring you up by pushing you down. Is it all worth it? you begin to ask yourself over and over while staring off into the lines on an empty sheet of paper with a pen in your hand to jot down your sorrows. How can you not know yourself when you are yourself? flawdly filled with sin and mistakes, mistaken for someone much greater than that is impeccably misconstrued. Turning your head left to right not knowing which way to set your path because they both have the illusion of being the exact same, confused and scared of what you may or may not find hoping for a hope that carries you into a sea of beauty, beauty that is of no nature or mankind, but handmade and crafted to a stone created to set the shape of the heart of an objects intensity and fulfillment, fulfilling the desire to intensify a piece that is of ordinary essence into something much more extraordinary is beyond unordinary. Breaking the chain that's got you bolted to a ground that sinks every time you speak of doing something worthy of more than yourself, fighting a fight against your own being while still trying to stay afloat from the fight you just lost against the entire world and everyone in it is thought to be impossible, why we still continue is beyond the thoughts that roam through my mind on a regular basis, the basis of descent is no longer recent but irrelevant if there's a continuance to do wrong without making it right afterwards...

  • Author: Marnesha (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 17th, 2017 17:53
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is something I wonder and ask myself too much; could I be the only one ☝️ with this curiosity?
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 76
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Comments1

  • Gary Edward Geraci

    The most important fight is the one you have with yourself....fight to make it right (most of the time anyway). Great flow of thought and lots of surprise rhymes....

    • Marnesha

      You're so right!! Thanks so much, I really appreciate your compliment



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