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Change Can be a B*tch
A truck from nowhere
throwing you in a ditch
waking up
bruised and bloody
wondering
WTF?
how do I cope
with this new me?
I liked the old me
self centered
recrimination free
Pain,
how do I shut out the guilt that was?
as walls of narcissism crumble
I start weeping,
for no apparent reason
The fetal position of my soul
cries out
until my heart grows
falling through an open door
finding power
in me
throwing you in a ditch
waking up
bruised and bloody
wondering
WTF?
how do I cope
with this new me?
I liked the old me
self centered
recrimination free
Pain,
how do I shut out the guilt that was?
as walls of narcissism crumble
I start weeping,
for no apparent reason
The fetal position of my soul
cries out
until my heart grows
falling through an open door
finding power
in me
Published 28th Mar 2024
| Edited 30th Mar 2024
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28th Mar 2024 5:59pm
28th Mar 2024 6:17pm
when I die the unseen will be seen I hope they're prepared to meet me...careful what you wish for.
Dear R,
I enjoyed this write for its discovery and personal growth aspect. Going through a similar process I could feel the frustration of shedding the old skin and getting used to the new one. Relying on myself…scary thought indeed. Great write. H🌷
PS if you find that easier way could you please share it? 😉
I enjoyed this write for its discovery and personal growth aspect. Going through a similar process I could feel the frustration of shedding the old skin and getting used to the new one. Relying on myself…scary thought indeed. Great write. H🌷
PS if you find that easier way could you please share it? 😉
29th Mar 2024 12:22pm
This poem seems to capture a moment of profound personal upheaval and transformation. The sudden and unexpected event described, symbolized by the truck from nowhere throwing the narrator into a ditch, serves as a metaphor for a life-altering experience that shatters their sense of self. The juxtaposition of the old self, characterized by self-centeredness and a lack of remorse, with the new self, marked by vulnerability and introspection, highlights the internal struggle and confusion the narrator faces in reconciling these contrasting identities.
The imagery of bruised and bloody awakening suggests a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil and pain the narrator experiences in coming to terms with their new reality. The metaphorical "walls of narcissism" crumbling further emphasizes the disintegration of the old self and the emergence of a more authentic, albeit vulnerable, version.
The poem beautifully captures the process of facing one's inner demons and finding strength in vulnerability. The journey from weeping in the fetal position to discovering power within oneself signifies a powerful transformation and an acceptance of the inherent complexity of human emotions. Overall, the poem eloquently explores themes of self-discovery, resilience, and the transformative power of embracing one's vulnerabilities.
The imagery of bruised and bloody awakening suggests a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil and pain the narrator experiences in coming to terms with their new reality. The metaphorical "walls of narcissism" crumbling further emphasizes the disintegration of the old self and the emergence of a more authentic, albeit vulnerable, version.
The poem beautifully captures the process of facing one's inner demons and finding strength in vulnerability. The journey from weeping in the fetal position to discovering power within oneself signifies a powerful transformation and an acceptance of the inherent complexity of human emotions. Overall, the poem eloquently explores themes of self-discovery, resilience, and the transformative power of embracing one's vulnerabilities.
