Countless people were walking down the street,
But none looked familiar,
It was a gloomy hour,
And a chilly night,
Everything was dark except street lights,
I wished somebody could see me,
Cared or maybe curious,
But no one looked,
The tapping of shoes were clear,
The wind and dried leaves were roaming,
Making circles,
It was thrilling,
People looked secluded,
Like they don’t want a companion,
Or a friend,
They looked intense & hoodwinked,
Time was running out,
I finally found,
The person I looked for,
It was my shadow,
The real me not the concealed,
I was glad,
Because I didn’t want to change myself,
I was tired of pretending,
The real person was standing there,
Having a look of redemption,
And hope,
Maybe my journey was over,
I had to return and wait,
For people who will see me,
As I see them.
A contest entry
- The Abilities That I Have. by CountryCousin.
1750 points, ended November 20, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
It's for those woman who are on top and do believe in self esteem.Comment if you are on top.
Comments
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I can relate.
I can relate to this because I know several people this fits both men and women. Sometime one only has to stop and see what is in the mirror.
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