The art of standing alone
By torn_beauty
To stand alone is a burden,
when wounded and weak,
I sway off kilter...
In this decandent hall of mirrors
Where every wall has my face,
I look to each one
and see a stranger standing in my place.
Where I am weak, she is strong.
Where I am sad, she laughs hard and long.
Each of these faces says the same
When none of them say who I am.
Look, you have fallen and hurt yourself,
I move to help you up when she does not.
A wounded look tells me you don't understand,
that I would hold out my hand, yet,
She turned around and ran.
To stand alone is such a burden,
when tired and cold,
I would just fall...
If she were not so determined to stand...
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© 2007 Randi Modin
Published on Sunday, May 20, 2007.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
Comments on "The art of standing alone"
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A former member wrote:
I'm not a high and mighty critic but I love this! It makes sense and rhymes unlike a lot I've seen. An instant favorite for me :)
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On Monday, May 28, 2007, blue
(1454) wrote:
this is brilliant! yupyup. you.. get a cookie! =) ~b
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A former member wrote:
i really enjoyed this...so obviously personal, but,plenty of room to personally apply. 'she','her',yes yes...one of the same qualities i enjoy in a good song. i supposed i could agree with previous comments in a way,but,'plain' isn't always a bad thing.
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On Sunday, May 20, 2007, carlosjackal
(3010) wrote:
Enjoyed this write very much. Yeah, the mirrors concept was wicked like Colin said, and I actually liked the rhymes. -Carl