Thursday, 5 March 2009

True

I used to know who I was.


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:

Mel said...

This is beautiful...I can certainly relate. Thanks for sharing.

Tempewytch said...

This is wonderful and evocative, thank you

liZZie said...

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.

Z.Thorn said...

I'm still lost in other people's eyes, its good to know its possible to reclaim oneself

aims said...

Yes Yes Yes!!!!!!

Laura said...

This is lovely and a wonderful reminder to be ourselves. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Blessings
~*~

Reya Mellicker said...

You can be anyone you want to be, Moonroot. You are free.

Welshwitch said...

This is wonderful, thanks Moonroot. We all lose ourselves at times- maybe we need challenges to strengthen the person that we really are.

d. oak said...

exquisite.

thank you.

bill said...

I am a curious man, who watches the moon and believes that love conquers all.

Thank you for posting this.

Bill

Griffin said...

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!

Winterwood said...

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.

miss*R said...

gorgeous.. and if that is a photo of you.. you are gorgeous too..

Moonroot said...

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.
:-)

Leanne said...

wonderful! from someone else who lost self-sight for a while

leanne x

Suzi_Spirit Whispers said...

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.