The Necessities of Identity

I am the girl born a bit off,

I’m silly and strange in my ways.

I am the mystic who only at night,

Will lift up her arms to give praise.

 

I am the doctor, who can cure all afflictions,

Except for the one I endure.

 I am the master at building brick walls,

Before men have built up the floor.

 

I am the devil that plagues kind society,

Seeming rather odd, out of place.

I am the angel to deliver the mess,

As I alone will tell truth to your face.

 

I am the artist, who has snapped all her brushes,

So that she’ll find beauty within.

 I am the goddess who through all her grace,

Sees no higher virtue than that within sin.

 

I am the curse carried by man,

But by my blood I find redemption.

I am the score just one below par,

Which will give you your final exemption.

 

I’m the enigma of a masquerade,

Set in years after my time.

I am the diamond, still in the rough,

But waiting to yet be refined.

 

I am the captain, who drowned with the ship,

Rather than disgrace the land.

And I may take only a moment to meet,

But I'll take a lifetime to understand.

Reviews

[Emma Ruth]

Wow, this is really fantastic; loved it! :)

[Nicole]

thank you very much! that means a lot to me :)

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Wonderfully wrtten I have to say! 100/100 Very inspiring poem!

[Nicole]

oh thank you so very much!! :) that means a lot to me

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You're welcome! :D

[Amber]

Amazing. Simply. Amazing. It gave me shivers, the good kind. "I am the artist, who snapped all her brushes so that she'll find beauty within," Wow.

[Nicole]

thanks Love :)

[Soul Fire]

beautiful

[Nicole]

thank you :)