She with I

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is separating who you are, from what you try to be, or are portrayed, or observed as.

I’m blind.

A million judging eyes waiting for me to enter;
I slow my pace, my heart is racing,

 Fear.

In a dreary room of shadows and refuge,

Placed behind she, a veil of implied stability,

 Inferred fortitude,

Assumed contentment…

She may assess all the other I’s along with the sea of cloned she’s

 

What am I but another creature searching for a natural balance?

Incessantly craving confrontation between she and me,

With I there is no you,

She,

She is physical,

I, nonexistent, a description; there is none created superficial like she.

I is complex,  anxiety rimming personality,

She is simple beauty radiating authenticity .

I, a soul, a thing, rarely seen,

She, a body, a display.

 

I resenting the weight of she,

I slowing manifesting herself in she,

One day, distant, I will shed she,

I will shine through.

I will become a new she.

 

 


Submitted: April 12, 2012

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Hannah Breene

Very well done, Good Word choice!!! GoodLuck!!

Wed, June 13th, 2012 4:44pm

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