This is me, the person who wishes to be
I’m the person “they all” once knew
The person the blind wishes to see, the person the deaf wishes to hear
the voice within my fears creating lumps in my throat
Thoughts drowning my mind, so far from afloat
This is me in other place far from the corners of the four-walled room
Far from the colors medium, lows of grey and dark, forgotten whites
Far from the Room of the Empty and Spaced, so drained and full of starless nights
Far from the fearful and the weak, along the flowing of crystal creeks
It was as almost as if I didn’t exist, world so quiet and alone at rest
I took a long look at the reflection within the surface of the creek,
I saw someone new, quite unique
She was beautiful in appearance, her face glowing in the moonlight
Her hair as dark as midnight sky, her eyes as bright as the stars
She seemed so unreal like she was real-life photoshopped,
Her body fit and tight, her skin flawless in every way
The person I was seeing didn’t look like me and for a moment I actually thought I looked good
Was this the person I was suppose to be? Is this the “look of beauty”?
Is this the look that will satisfy me? Or is this look that’ll kill me?
I guess I’ll never know but that doesn’t stop me……
This is me, back from fake reality
Here I am, back in the four-wall room with all the medium greys
down the empty halls in mid May
I’m back where I am suppose to be and I’m safe and sound
I didn’t like it but I least I was happy for now….
To Be Continued…..
Amaya Cowan
Wednesday July 25, 2018
9:58 am
Poetry
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This is a nice poem. I liked how the poem sounds, whenever I read out loud. However, I would go back and reread some lines and put in commas. I would also go back to the first stanza and break it up. Another thing I would work on is the message of your poem. It is a little confusing. other than those things, your poem was great!