You always were
A precious soul
Even when those around you
Told you
This is not the way to be
This is not the way to look
You would be
Could be
Might be
Better if
You were less of yourself
More like me
Sad to see now
That this was something
You began to believe
Losing your way to self trust
As you allowed the heavy mantle of dust
To settle upon you
Dulling your sparkle
There amongst the lost remnants of yourself
You finally broke down and wept
As inside you began to hear the cry
Of your precious child
And it is when you decided
To leave no stone unturned
To find her
That that dust started to be
Blown away
From your soul
Who knows
How many years
Of frozen tears
You would have to unthaw
To fully heal
Who knows
The answers to the deeper mystery
Of what it was all for
Is that even necessary
Though
For when you finally come to know
How precious you really were
All along
Then none of it will matter
Because then you will have found
The most important gift
Of all
Very lovely poem. I like where you put the breaks; they are intentional and work well.
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Thanks so much I know so little of the art of poetry writing.. so that means a lot.. I just do it by feel..
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I write a lot of poems and short stories. Feel free to follow my blog if you’re interested. π
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I will as I would love to learn more..thanks so much for commenting as I love to read work that is new to me…
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This is so wonderful
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I love this! Often in day to day life we can feel so different from those around us, cut off. But then you read a poem like this and see your deepest personal journey reflected back at you, with new insights and wisdom in the slightly new perspective another has. The steps on the journey back to
oneself can only be taken by the individual, but it is empowering and peace bringing to realize and remember we are not alone. This is a human journey. Thank you for sharing this poem!
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So so true…i love your comment thanks so much for reading and appreciating this.π·β€π·
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