I am a shell of she.
A shell of she
is now me.
I am not the one
you remember,
nor am I the one
you will know.
She is not me.
She is a shell.
I am a leaf
in a tree.
The tree is now me.
I am not the tree,
nor am I the seed.
I belong not to the tree.
The tree is me.
I am a molecule
in the wind.
The wind is now me.
I am not the wind,
nor am I the breeze.
I belong not to the wind.
The wind is me.
I am accepting
time.
Time is now me.
I am not time,
nor am I a lost hour.
I belong not to then or beyond.
The now is me.
Scupper © Dec 2009
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Comments
This is an absolutely beautiful piece of poetry. It just came flowing with heart and life and insight and beauty. Thank you.
Rated and appreciated.
rated
Not that your writing needs any props to make it good, but the combo here has me reeling.
I am not the one
you remember,
nor am I the one
you will know
Rated.