I Am An Island (1 of 7 Daily Pieces)
Searching For Himself
Looking in the mirror,
a lapse of time escapes leaving
brilliant burnt brass hues fading,
begging for relief,
a crevice in which to hide from the blunt force trauma
caused by relentless doubt,
repercussions: low self-esteem, blinding light shed by reality...
Looking in the mirror,
a lapse of time escapes leaving
brilliant burnt brass hues fading,
begging for relief,
a crevice in which to hide from the blunt force trauma
caused by relentless doubt,
repercussions: low self-esteem, blinding light shed by reality...
posted by SLUMP FACADE at 3:29:00 PM
"begging for relief,
a crevice in which to hide from the blunt force trauma
caused by relentless doubt..."
I know that self-doubt is something that you and I both struggle with from time to time (and everybody else). Writing has proven to be more therapeutic than we both probably ever imagined...
I agree, writing is great therapy for the perceived lack in us. We are actually divine and being creative through writing or any medium helps me tap into my divinity.
Nice poem....nice realization, vulnerability unmasked.
wow...I'll be staying tuned for the remainder of the journey.