I was the girl who was going to be a writer.
The curious girl, who sang to the moon,
Believed that love conquered all,
And laughed out loud with her heart on her sleeve.
I forgot who I was.
Somewhere I lost my bearings,
Confused by the girl I saw reflected in your eyes.
I thought she was me.
She was not.
And now, the reflection shattered,
Illusion fades.
The ground shifts beneath my feet - who am I?
I know who I am.
I am the woman who writes.
The curious woman, who sings to the moon,
Believes that love conquers all,
And laughs out loud with her heart on her sleeve.
16 comments:
This is beautiful...I can certainly relate. Thanks for sharing.
This is wonderful and evocative, thank you
Glad you're you! And... a fantastic knitter of scarfs, sculptor of little goddesses and many many other thingies.
Let us know if you find a way to stay you when there's a bloke on the scene. Seems like we all loose ourselves when that happens, and what a trawl back to self.
I'm still lost in other people's eyes, its good to know its possible to reclaim oneself
Yes Yes Yes!!!!!!
This is lovely and a wonderful reminder to be ourselves. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Blessings
~*~
You can be anyone you want to be, Moonroot. You are free.
This is wonderful, thanks Moonroot. We all lose ourselves at times- maybe we need challenges to strengthen the person that we really are.
exquisite.
thank you.
I am a curious man, who watches the moon and believes that love conquers all.
Thank you for posting this.
Bill
I am a kurious kat who watches the moon... I am sure she is watching me too...! Love I have dismissed.
Hmmm, to pick flowers, fruits, even leaves, if it's in my garden and for me that I pick them.. as Monsieur de Bergerac says.
Well of course you're beautiful, you're a water sign!
Is that picture you? Love the beeg smile!
just de-lurking to say how much I enjoyed your poem! love it!
I used to love a welsh boy many many yrs ago but sadly he broke my heart and to this I mourn that love.
gorgeous.. and if that is a photo of you.. you are gorgeous too..
Thanks for all the kind words, everyone!
The poem isn't only about T ( I have lost myself in other eyes!), but obviously I am currently aware of having got particularly lost there...
And yes, that is a photo of me. Finally sure enough of myself to post an undisguised image of me on here. That must be progress too.
:-)
wonderful! from someone else who lost self-sight for a while
leanne x
Think we've all been there... at least I have...part of strengthening who you are. Love the poem & how you express it. Love the blog too.
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