Where's the rest of me
that surely must exist
but search as I might
I still cannot discover
in my clouded mind
overburdened with
four decades of living?
There must be more
to life and living
than just getting by
clocking days, weeks
months and years?
The rest of me
lies beneath my dull life
I feel it's presence
Like a 'phantom limb'
but dig deep as I might
I still can't find
that elusive self.
Where's the rest of me
and why are you playing
such hide-and-seek
with me?
- The Other Half
Monsoonal Colombo;
14 June 2008
4 comments:
Interesting, sometimes I guess you never really find out who you are. I also believe there are situations in life and or people who make you into what you are.
Some people make you better some make you worse.
I don't know if its easy for anyone to really find themselve.
blindassassin4025i like this idea of only part of us being revealed even to ourselves. its a great idea for a poem, this attempt to discover. We may never find, but the search, the journey, is always worthwhile, this means is the end. I think. keep writing :) vivimarie.
oops, i have typed some weird thing at the beginning of my comment, please ignore that! it starts at "i"
Beautiful. There was this other person who was looking for the rest of (him) recently. Interesting and mysterious. Great work!
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