Who I wanted to be
A shadow of pain, daunting tears, hidden to see a distorted refelection.
Not an image of perfection. Dark like night, hiding from the light.
Yet never giving up the fight.
It's easy to remember who I'm hiding from.
It's possible to forget.
Thinking there is nothing more,
and yet I still struggle on,
but not without regret, trying to put the past behind me.
Because that's not who I am anymore,
not who I wanted to be.
It took me awhile to see that almost everything I wanted,
and everything I needed was already there.
Just unheaded.
Not an image of perfection. Dark like night, hiding from the light.
Yet never giving up the fight.
It's easy to remember who I'm hiding from.
It's possible to forget.
Thinking there is nothing more,
and yet I still struggle on,
but not without regret, trying to put the past behind me.
Because that's not who I am anymore,
not who I wanted to be.
It took me awhile to see that almost everything I wanted,
and everything I needed was already there.
Just unheaded.
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