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.



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16 comments:

  1. mel05 March, 2009 11:37

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

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  2. Tempewytch05 March, 2009 13:04

    This is wonderful and evocative, thank you

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  3. Anonymous05 March, 2009 14:40

    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.

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  4. Anonymous05 March, 2009 18:06

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

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  5. aims05 March, 2009 19:42

    Yes Yes Yes!!!!!!

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  6. Laura05 March, 2009 21:30

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

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  7. Reya Mellicker06 March, 2009 02:40

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

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  8. Welshwitch06 March, 2009 17:39

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

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  9. deborahoak07 March, 2009 00:38

    exquisite.

    thank you.

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  10. bill07 March, 2009 06:36

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

    Thank you for posting this.

    Bill

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  11. Griffin10 March, 2009 07:06

    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!

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  12. Anonymous10 March, 2009 09:46

    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.

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  13. Miss Robyn11 March, 2009 10:22

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

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  14. Moonroot11 March, 2009 17:15

    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.
    :-)

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  15. Leanne11 March, 2009 18:55

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

    leanne x

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  16. Suzi Smith29 March, 2009 08:08

    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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