Reflections
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I am a daughter, a mother, a lover.
I am an artist, a poet, a dreamer.
I could be your friend, your neighbor, your confidant.
I am a goth but I am preppy.
I am a christian yet I am a whore.
I am honest and trustworthy, but a liar and a thief.
I could be caring and kind, or cold and bitter.
I could be...and I am.
I am because I am anything you want me to be,
and anything you need.
I looked in the mirror today.
Looked hard.
Trying to find traces of me.
I asked myself who am I?
Whoever I want to be.
But who is that?
Laughter of the past rings through empty spaces.
Searching for me
wandering through a house of mirrors.
A myriad of images, none of them mine.
Only distorted reflections of a stranger.
Someone I have met but don't really know.
I cry out my name but only a hollow echo responds.
Telling me I must wait.
It is not yet time.
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It's a timeless search...how we are all searching to find ourselves within ourselves. Defining ourself despite what the world wants us to be. Well composed!
The first part of this is extremely similar to something i wrote years ago. You've got a good start to the whole self-expression thing; I wish you luck finding the answers to your questions!
I have sometimes felt that I am some kind of living Picasso painting. Everything changes about my self assessment depending on the angle, so to speak. My favorite poem for understanding myself is by Walt Witman (Song of Myeself). He seems to accept and even celebrate our manifold nature.
loua Level 1 Commenter 2 years ago
jenni, your description of human nature is quite good - metaphysical... Well done...