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MissingTheSunShow poetry

“Who are you?” asked the small boy with his ball.
“I’m Whitney,” I answered with nearly no thought at all.
But as I wandered away from that tiny park
My own tiny mind began to spark.

“Who Am I?” I wondered aloud in my head
That question now annoys me each night in bed.
I’m my myself, I am I, I’m the girl here right now.
But I know there is more I just can’t explain how.

So now I am searching for my own little me
It’s not really anywhere that I can see
It may take me months it may take me years
But I’ll find me I know it, despite all my fears.

So that’s why I write and sketch out my mind
I’m hoping on paper the answers I’ll find
Some day I’ll meet that small boy with his ball
But this time the answer will take no thought at all.

  • Last seen on Jul 5 7:55 PM 2005. Member since November 27, 2003.
  • I'm a amethyst understanding poet for 29 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is "The sun shall shine through the shadows.".
  • I am a 16 year old girl (U.S.)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm a highschool student.
  • I have 29 comments, 1 column

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  • prettyinblack on May 23, 2004
    I just wanted to say thank you for clicking on my featured piece (My Racing Heart) and wasting my points while not commenting. Thanks again! ~Prettyinblack

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