Black Poetry : Reflection

[thatgirl74]

I look back and
I try and find the me
I used to be. I look
back and I try to hear
the voice I used to have.
I feel like I lost myself
somehow in the everyday
of life.
I think I lost my voice somehow
stifled by an unexplained occurrence
I yearn to be the me that used to be
I want to have the voice I used to have.
And yet I know I cant.
I've seen too much
I've heard too much.
SO now I can only be the me that is
The me that I used to be but now
more worn more mature.
I can only use the voice I have now
deeper fuller louder. So
as I look back and reflect
I mourn for the me that I have lost.
But I love the me that I am now.
I stand up stronger and more
ready to handle the world
more ready to speak my mind.
Look out world . I make my return
and there's nothing quiet about it.[/COLOR]

 

[$$RICH$$]

Finding self in the real u from da past u has made u more ready for da world
i now can sit and smile as u journey to be da speaker the voice and power
go forth my sweet and be thee whom u art to be .......love this piece!!!!

 

[watzinaname]

Experiences can do that, make you feel like you have lost that part of you that is so special. Experiences can shape us, but not totally change who you are inside. I can relate to this piece, truly. Welcome back!

 

[FattnBeautiful]

That was a great poem. I can really undrestand what losing yourself is like and trying to love the person you have become but still mourning who you use to be. I enjoyed reading your poem.

 

[thatgirl74]

Thanks as always for the support. $$R$$.
Thanks for the Welcome Back Watzz,
Thanks for hearing me FattN
I dont know what will come of the new me. But we will soon see.