Art Could Save A Wretch Like Me

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Self-realization.

The title is a slight twist on some Bright Eyes lyrics from "Waste of Paint". The song spurred the poetry.

Submitted: January 24, 2008

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I lost myself last week,
Somewhere among the fights,
The putdowns and letdowns,
The race to get ahead
Without regard to means
Without regard at all.

I did not misplace me,
I more of replaced me
With an alteration.
Not a solid being,
Not anymore at least,
But with a fragile shell.

A shell filled with the turmoil
Of confusion and loss
Of self-identity
Somehow still beautiful
Even when in the midst
Of pain and disarray.

Tumultuous mixture,
Swirl of colors and lights,
Of anguish and genius.
Contained creative mess.
All the ingredients
Of a revelation.

It all comes together
And the shell falls away
Revealing the product
Of pain and confusion.
In the end I was real,
Unique, confident, Me.


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