An interesting poem I came across by someone who calls himself ‘Striped Lotus.’ I found it interesting as sometimes we do need to break away and reinvent our selves, our lives and situations to take that step forward. Let me know what you think.
The Library of Me
The library of Me
The place where every chapter is written
Left on the shelves to gather dust
A blessing for all that I want to forget
Tainted by the fact that it’s all still there
The happy times go before you realise
It all goes to black
A spiralling bottomless pit with slippery sides
Caged in the pit
Looking for the way out
Where’s the window
Where can I…
Open my eyes and see
Open the door and run
Breathe in and live
Speak and be heard
To break this non-existence
To break out of the cage…
To break out of Me.
2 thoughts on “The Library of Me”
The final few lines are a beautiful crescendo. Loneliness in a world of pairs. Wonder if it will ever happen. Really sad face.
You hit the nail on the head with your comment; I think this is exactly what the author was communicating in this poem. x