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to feel like myself
I don't remember what it means
to feel like myself
just an idea of a stranger I used to be
dormant, or dead
gathering dust
in the same robotic body
the same, but not unchanging--
passing through the days
lights fading, battery draining,
losing the life it once held.
pieces falling away, screws coming loose
parts covered in rust
I imagined it differently--
identity determined by a picture
on a card, but who do they see
when they look at me,
do they notice I'm missing
and they're staring at an empty shell?
I look at photographs
and don't recognize myself
to feel like myself
just an idea of a stranger I used to be
dormant, or dead
gathering dust
in the same robotic body
the same, but not unchanging--
passing through the days
lights fading, battery draining,
losing the life it once held.
pieces falling away, screws coming loose
parts covered in rust
I imagined it differently--
identity determined by a picture
on a card, but who do they see
when they look at me,
do they notice I'm missing
and they're staring at an empty shell?
I look at photographs
and don't recognize myself
Published 29th May 2022
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25th Sep 2022 7:44am
Sometimes these reflective pieces begin to tell a story, a journey of self realization and how things change. Perhaps it's like a butterfly coming out of the cocoon, a transformation if you will where you are leaving things behind.
Well done.
Well done.
