I don't know up from down
Maybe I'm even inside out
There are stains on everything
A rag would be ashamed of me
The holes are getting bigger
I soon won't even exist
Everyone is walking on me
My tags have fallen off
No one knows me anymore
I'm smudged with terror
That I don't remember either
Of what use am I now?
My tiny life is suddenly shaking
Re-arranged and untwisted
Stains removed and clean
Patched up in full
Out of reach of those hateful feet
You give me Your name
I'm finding myself again
In You
Author notes
There is a time in everyone's life where we are all trying to find out who we are. I have found God, He found me. And little by little, I am finding who I am in Him.
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Powerful poem!
What a great and powerful, different metaphor -- being a piece of clothing, first on a rack, then fading away! This is just a fantastic poem. I love it! Excellent work!
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well we all have to have a belief in something, otherwise there is nothing. I am glad you found the strength that is needed with god. cute script written here.
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Hmm...
Fifth line: "hole's" doesn't need the apostrophe - it shows ownership where it isn't needed.
This one didn't feel as "put together" as your other poems, but I liked it. I like the message and the images.
Well done.
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Thank you
Thank you for pointing that out! I changed it, i wouldn't have thought of it if you hadn't pointed it out. Its great to get someone to look things over from a reader's point of view as well as from a grammatical point of view. I can agree with you, i don't find this one as put together either, i think it needs more work...
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I really liked this. I relate to this, though I don't get the same from it that you do. If that makes sense.
Very powerful! good luck -
Fear is a powerful emotion & you expressed it well. Good job & good luck.
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I can relate
My tiny life is suddenly shaking
Re-arranged and untwisted
Stains removed and clean
Patched up in full
Out of reach of those hateful feet
You give me Your name
I'm finding myself again
In You
Yes I am slowly finding myself as well, thanks for inspiration friend
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very good job on this poem. I enjoyed reading it. My favorite part was when you said "you give me your name, i'm finding myself again in you". it was brilliant.
keep up the great work!
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