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From the Outside
Two of my beautiful daughters and me
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.
Poetry is Art
Comments
Yes, we can view properly well from outside - nice writing...
Nice poem!
nice!
- Author
Thank you Moulik Mistry, advisor4qb, and SummerSteward. I appreciate you taking the time to read my poetry.
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!
- Author
Thanks so much Cheeky Girl. I appreciate you stopping by.
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.
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
- Author
MFB, thank you for your comments.
Namaste
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