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Monday 6 January 2020

Poem: Who we are on the inside



when and where do you begin to be?
we count the weeks, then months, then years
but it started way before in secret, in thought
two cells collided and before you know it
                a new heart started beating

how do you measure up your life?
in years? in months? in weeks?
we all live in the same now, but our realities
are so very different, living through days
and taking tomorrows for granted

everything you feel now you carry into the future
when it can feel like it just happened, sower of time we are
reliving the past as if it's present
carrying the load for years before you start asking
                whose is it?

our stories are our, we are the writers
we don't need anyone to tell us who to be
yet we feel burdened to be what others say
we should be, although most people listen
                just to reply

how can we feel separated from nature?
we may feel like we don't belong here
our instincts shut, our senses dulled
feeling the hollowness inside
                wanting our lives to have meaning

born into the system, we learn and we adapt
so eager to grow up, we forget how to paint and play
we are just like the air, fire, water, earth IS
not separate, but one,
for we are nature

why do we close ourselves inside?
attach to things that keep us forever occupied
we have no time for ourselves
we all know something needs to be done,
                but we're so comfortable in our glitter

when do we allow our lungs just to breathe fully?
we lost connection to everything that actually matters
burning the ground underneath as we go
are our lives but shadows,
                a mere reflection of an echo

who are we, roaming these wastelands?
a shooting star in the earths existence?
the emotions we feel are vast to us
the journeys we make are our own
                who are we on the inside?
                - the whole universe?
maybe it's enough to know
                who we are not

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I've come to a point in my life, where I don't usually write, but when I do, it pours and I can't stop. I hope it makes sense.

1 comment:

  1. River is river, mountain is mountain
    River is not river, mountain is not mountain
    River is river, mountain is mountain
    :)

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