Howl

If I weren't me,
if it all went away,
my childhood scrubbed clean,
filled with light-hearted play

Who would I be?
free of unease,
of constant distrust
and rough, stormy seas?

If I met myself,
would I recognize
who I'd have been
if not traumatized?

Thrown to the wolves
before I could crawl,
doomed to a life
of reliving it all

But what is the point?
I can only be me;
why must I obsess
over what can not be?

And so I should know,
but must ask anyhow:
who would I be?
and who am I now?

Reviews

[emipoemi]

.............wow...........
I need say no more.
...........
In truth, I can say no more. Well done!

[Gaia Octavia]

🙄 Thank you for your kind words.

[ranscan]

And recognising the person so wrought, by forces cruel and time now stone, who will you become, with all that in your soul? I liked this, good working process. It dances well in form and communicates well, speaks to the reader.

[Gaia Octavia]

Thank you🙂

[Gaia Octavia]

Is that a quote or an original? It is marvelous.

[ranscan]

And thank you. Its inspired by the words of a delightful deity.