My Dearest Me,
A poem about a search for identity
My dearest me,
Do you remember the times you looked in a mirror?
You gazed upon yourself, and simply sighed
“Am I in there somewhere?”
The mirror melts back into sand in my hands
But slips through the cracks and floats out everywhere
It gets in my eyes, in my throat and I choke
Floating like myself, my hopes now just dreams
Then sand becomes boiling hot water
I’m also reaching my boiling point
Liquid scalds perfect skin, until water’s mist
And evaporates like myself
My reflection, my being, melted, flowing, evaporated
I carve a mask, meticulously crafted
Painted with a bright smile and hopeful eyes
And they believe the act, however fake it may be
I’m surrounded by doors. There are so, so many
Young, so young.
Ten thousand million choices
But can’t choose one.
The doors become trees; once again alive
Oh how I wish to be alive and strong too
I run through the woods, I run and I run and I-
Stop. There’s a fork in the road
Then the paths multiply, but which do I take?
The paths soon become one and infinite
One more. One more tree left
I climb up, up, up into the branches
If I get a high enough vantage point
I could find myself and a way out
A branch breaks beneath my foot and falls
I see myself falling with it
Sap leaks from the tree
Like Mother Nature's blood and tears
The sap becomes colourful. Paint?
My second chance drips from the tree
So I drag colour with my fingers over my blank face
Art. I am art.
I am beauty, I am colour, I am who I make myself
Because art is art; art is what you make of it
"Art without emotion is like chocolate cake without sugar"
And I am art.
You'll let yourself feel, my dearest me,
Paint your own eyes and you'll see
Paint your own lips and you'll speak
Paint your own heart and become art.
Sincerely, your dearest you.
(this is a poem written for my english project and i got the idea to try some transitions to tell a story through poetry. i could've done a short story, a monologue or spoken word poetry, but i decided free verse poetry would be good to convey my story. i'm actually really proud of this one as i wrote a super long poem in 3/4 of a period? like, what??? and it's pretty good to me. i have to make an accompanying video and record me saying the poem and it's due tuesday and ughhh why is high school so hectic? wish me luck, i have to draw some of the pictures. don't ask about the font, i felt like it. and autocorrect please colour is correct)
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