The ghost of shadows stands behind my head-
her white gown a shroud of who I used to be
fingers full of memories and words left unsaid
comb my dark hair, as I remember the old me
Her breath glances against my cheek in whispers
she hums pieces of the lullabies that I barely remember
stories read to me for hours by my teenage sisters
peeled the fear away from nightmares of stormy December
scenes of a video play in my head, recording the way that I used to feel
the outcast or dork who didn't care what others thought, and who was always alone
at the top,and walking the halls, i can see myself in her, a turning wheel
It hasn't been too long that I've forgotten what its like being insecure outside of home
A wraith of the history that my footprints have traced
stands at my side, her gaze enough that I will stop trying to forget
There are some powerful lessons that can't be erased
I will keep moving forward because I've stopped believing in regret
Author notes
Writing0Freedom
A contest entry
- November Rounds #2 by CitrineSunrise.
700 points, ended December 11, 2008, 20 entries
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Comments
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I enjoyed this poem that delves into the alter ego, that hidden part of ourselves that holds memories both good and bad. The final line is very positive because, while we cannot erase the past, we must learn from it and finally put it back in the shadows so that we may function in the future. I know you had a great deal to say in this poem but I would have preferred a more consistent pattern such as the one you established in the first stanza. Thank you for your entry. Peace, Liz
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