Amity

out of this world

Rambling

I don’t exist.

But I do.

I am like a shadow.

But I am not.

The truth is

they think I don’t exist.

I have let them win for so long

because I believed them.

I vanished!

Or maybe I did not.

Did I?

I lived in their shadows.

So you see

I never really existed.

Until I met her

in the shadow of shadows

Lying there helpless

Her silent cry was deafening.

I picked her up

I made her mine

She was all I needed

To step out of the shadows.

But I still could not.

The light.

Blinding.

I am used to the darkness

I blend in well

Oh! If only the light can be dimmed.

Of course.
she won’t let me be

She wants us out of the shadows

I am afraid.

Scared…

Yes!

Of rejection

They are good at that.

All of them.

They blank us out.

That really hurts.

I guess that is why we love the shadows

She is good.

I am getting used to the light

Though I sometimes run back to the shadows…

She will never let me be

She.

My pen.

Mine forever.

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10 thoughts on “Rambling

  1. Ah! This is beautiful. Reminds me of something I wrote for Marvin, my muse, sometime back.

    The seeming confused state of the writer, or better put, her search for the right words to describe what she is and what she isn’t, makes the piece all the more lovable.

    The writers that are so stuck on technicalities may have a lot more to say about this, but I’ll say, what more is writing about if not to bare your soul on paper??

    Welldone ma’am! I totally like! 🙂

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    • Thank you sunshine
      I do appreciate your comment and I think one of the beauty of poetry is that the readers can interpret as they deem fit… It is not restrictive so to say.
      My opinion though….

      Like

  2. Ah this is nice

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  3. This is brilliant! Very moving, fast paced and emotional. It tells of survival, of courage, of hope…

    This is a deeply moving poem, heart felt and really touching…

    Writers at one point or the other would have experienced the solace that the pen can offer… the only place to run to when we are overwhelmed

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    • Thanks Doc😊
      I am not surprised that you relate well to this, being the ‘mind specialist’ that you are.
      You sure hit the nail on the head to a great extent.
      Like I said earlier, all interpretations are valid; beauty of poetry as it were.

      Like

  4. Nice. Really nice. It’s like this is my voice finally speaking up

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