Pleased to meet myself

Q

Oh sweet bitter pain

how I loathe you.

my memories are a stain

my soul a new hue.

 

chasing what I once was

i have forgotten myself.

forget the past and forget the buzz,

And stop putting my needs on the shelf.

 

I am a new version of me,

the old with a new heart,

i must find myself to be free,

should have done that from the start.

 

 

  • Author: Q (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 24th, 2017 10:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: honesty to oneself is the hardest hurdle to overcome.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • charlesbarrett

    Nice piece. I enjoyed this one. It’s easy to lose sight of ourselves when looking in the rear view mirror. Thank you for sharing.



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