From the Outside

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We are beautiful on the inside. Strong on the outside.
We are beautiful on the inside. Strong on the outside. | Source

The essence of poetry describes who we are, how we see the world, and what we experience. Distilled from myriad experience to express in a few words the depth of humanity.

Who are you, really? A shadow of someone else's dream? Are you what you want to be? Are you who you want to be? Do you do the things you desire, or are you living out the dream for another purpose?

To fully embrace life, we must strive to fulfill the potential deep inside. Rather than fulfilling some other persons projection, we have the power to create the exact life we wish to inhabit.

Who Are You?

Have you ever wondered who you are, who you really are, deep down inside? Too often we live a lie, our lives defined by what we perceive others expect and desire. We hide our true nature in order to better fit in to the world around us.

The following poem describes that lost feeling that comes when one tries to hide their own truth, in order to make others happy. And although you may make people around you happy for a little while, when you don't live and express your own truth, then you can't ever truly be happy.

It is only when we discover our true nature, and live according to that internal truth, that we find peace and happiness and fulfillment in our lives.

Namaste, friends

Poem: From the Outside

To look at her from outside

Would fill most men with lots of pride.

She could be most anything

She changed herself without questioning.

A slut, a whore, a bible thumper

Even jeopardy couldn’t stump her.

She bore lots of kids, then home schooled.

In bed, she tried to bend the rules.

She landscaped with the best of them

And cooked and cleaned, and even then

She could be most anything…

To look at her from inside out

She was filled with fear and doubt.

She didn’t know who she was

She never had a chance because

She was no whore. She was no slut.

The bible became another rut.

She never knew herself, you see

She never had identity.

She tried to please, she tried to smooth

She never found her own groove.

With fear she hid behind a mask

She never even dare to ask

And in that empty place inside,

She was alone. She often cried.

At last, when all the walls came down

The lost girl was finally found.

She found herself there in the midst

And began to grow a little bit.

She still gets scared and tries to hide

Finally, she’s growing inside.


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Moulik Mistry 6 years ago from Burdwan, West Bengal, India

Yes, we can view properly well from outside - nice writing...


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advisor4qb 6 years ago from On New Footing

Nice poem!


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SummerSteward 6 years ago from Duluth MN

nice!


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Deborah Demander 6 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD Author

Thank you Moulik Mistry, advisor4qb, and SummerSteward. I appreciate you taking the time to read my poetry.


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Cheeky Girl 6 years ago from UK and Nerujenia

Just wonderful! I love the perfect way you rounded it off in the end! What a great writer you are Deborah! So glad to be a fan!


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Deborah Demander 6 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD Author

Thanks so much Cheeky Girl. I appreciate you stopping by.


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Debarshi Dutta 6 years ago from Calcutta

I have waiting for a long time to read a poem which carries the subject your poem carries here.

It was a great read, and more than that it's know why it's great read.

I like your honest and direct approach to life and to poetry both.

I'd be following your hubs.


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MFB III 6 years ago from United States

We all wear a mask of indifference, and the difference is often inside us beneath our disguise. So many things trouble us but we squirrel them away, like acorns, whose sharp little points disturb us often, perhaps we need to share a bit of our dark side with someone who loves us, because they have a dark side top, and let those shadows dance together into the light. Great write

~~~~~~~~MFB III


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Deborah Demander 6 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD Author

MFB, thank you for your comments.

Namaste

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