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    Not Myself: Poetry From the Other Side of Me

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      They can’t hear me, stuck inside here.

      They don’t know.

      It’s hopeless.

      Why me? Why am I stuck here? Why now?

      I just want to be free.

      Free to run, laugh, cry, free to speak, to be.

      Again.

      I can’t even get these feelings out.

      Set them free, forget!

      It’s really crowded in here.

      I hate crowds.

      Let me out!

      Nobody knows, no one can hear.

      The twilight zone between my ears.

      Not Myself

      Don’t know what happened

      Woke up one day

      Not myself

      Didn’t take a different form

      Still my body

      Just not me

      Inside I felt all wrong

      Didn’t talk or act

      Normally

      Realized I missed you

      You made me hollow

      Deep inside

      I wasn’t worried or scared

      You’re still my friend

      In my heart

      But I didn’t smile

      Or enjoy life

      Without you

      I wish you’d come back

      Make it all right

      Don’t know when

      So I can feel happiness

      Experience joy

      Have some peace

      Giving Up and Letting Go

      My little sister is growing up

      And she is beginning to venture

      Exploring life in her little world

      Sure to find great adventure

      Being the older, I'm overprotective

      Being the younger is hard

      It's like she's got two mothers to obey

      Both of us have up our guard

      But that's a mother's place not mine

      I have to let her go

      She's so much like me in my ways

      I don't want her to be just so

      I protect her from my flaws

      I want her to excel

      I push for her to understand

      But she's younger, and can't tell

      I'm just trying to help her

      But I've got to step back

      She'll fly on her own wings

      Carry her own burdens on her back

      How else will she be independent?

      How else will she find the right path?

      For I can't help her, but give advice

      And advice is what she hath

      How will she use it?

      Will it help her to succeed?

      I've got my own trials and burdens

      I can't give to all her needs

      So I'm giving up and letting go

      The bird will touch the sky

      She just may need no push at all

      To spread her wings and fly.

      Little Brother

      Curious, sky blue, observers of the world

      Dotted in the center with ebony spheres

      Sometimes hold a shining light

      And sometimes hold a sparkling tear

      Tan leather big-bowed boots

      Tread crammed with dirt and rocks

      From countless hours of imaginative indulgence

      Amidst all of the taken-for-granted things in nature

      Freedom, enjoyment, ecstasy, crouching low in a hole

      Amidst orange and black, dust covered, pastic construction toys

      Dust covered himself and paying no mind

      To the distractions nature provides.

      Enraptured in play, constantly moving

      Roughly textured, black, and bent

      The thin limb from a tree, gripped in his hands

      Holds and unseen purpose

      Added to his motion, a centrepidal pole around which he rotates.

      Enraptured with the tracks left in the dirt by toys

      he watches the dust settle and his city develop

      His machines lay foundations deeper than the eye can see

      Where no knowledge will ever enter to discover

      The base of all his reasoning

      The sun shines calmly,

      The breeze blows leaves across the yard.

      Fallen leaves lifted by breaths of air

      Seem to carry with them dreams to the clouds.

      The Place Between Asleep and Awake

      In the darkness I dreamed of you

      Your presence upon my shoulders like a mantle

      Comforting and warm, sitting near

      When I woke you were not there

      The loss of the soft friendship shawl

      Left cold in the depths of my soul

      I wondered what you were doing this day

      Were you sleeping in, head buried under the covers

      Or were you waking and stumbling like me

      In the mirror I saw a blurry scene

      Like drowning in a pool of smoke and ashes

      The me reflected felt unworthy of your love

      So I brushed the dreams away

      Washed them down the drain with my shampoo bubbles

      But I couldn’t help thinking of you all day

      Would your real presence be like my dream?

      Your voice as smooth and your eyes as full of me?

      Life is only perfect in the early morning quiet

      Missed Opportunity

      There he stood

      On the verandah

      Looking for his date

      There she stood

      In the parlor

      Nervously scouring the place

      His best friend

      Comes out to chat

      Invites him to a game

      She nods and greets

      Looks about the scene

      Thinks he's not in this space

      Deep bass booms, but not his heart

      As he glances back

      He missed his chance

      She is with another guy

      She takes the arm

      The two begin to dance

      Heartbroken, he loses the game

      Prepares to leave

      The dark sky brings rain

      She sways and sighs

      This is not the guy

      For her love, her eyes strain

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