Life has been difficult but I wish to be strong. I wear black but I do not wish to mourn. I am told that nothing will change but I seek something new. I cannot move on blindly so I reflect, trying to come back to myself.
Why then, when I reflect, do I not return but instead see myself moving away?
Thanks to The Mag.
12 comments:
I do like the introspection in this poem...
Nice capture of the emotional blankness & inner turmoil ~ Are we really moving away, as if accepting life's events ~
Yes indeed! This was fabulous!
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SueAnn
That sends my thinking round in circles...
Quite responsive, alive to the prompt...
One MUST come to terms with self.
A bit haunting...moving vignette.
Superb. Philosophy of a sort -- the sort to confound the philosophers. It's time poetry gave them a run for their money.
There are times in life that feel like this.
Moving forward is the answer! Lovely depth in your words.
Circular, in a good way, because it makes me think.
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This is tortured soul indeed. I sense something of Hamlet here. Does this way madness lie?
Great! Learning by looking back in order to move forward..is THE only way! This was great!
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