Tonight it was raining so I walked outside.. I wanted to feel the cold hard drops of water hit my skin on this dark night.. I wanted the water to drench me.. drown me.. seep into my soul.. I wanted to freeze myself from the inside out.. So no one could ever see what I am really about.. Sometimes I feel like I am frozen.. as if my heart is made of snow.. Just frozen solid.. My face a mask.. of crystallized ice.. Not showing how I really feel Just existing.. Never resisting. Always smiling.. Never missing.. Just what everyone is expecting.. But to walk into the warm heat of the house.. could break this mask I wear.. Crack the crystallized ice.. Jagged across my face.. Then everyone could see the ugly inside of me.. Then I would slowly painfully melt away.. Leaving nothing but a puddle of water for someone to mop up the next day.. Because that is all I really am... A sculpture of ice.. My mind frozen solid.. my heart as cold as snow.. Because that is how I really feel.. if you really want to know.. I am only pretending to please .. what everyone wants me to be.. Keeping myself frozen.. Staying out of the heat.. So I don't hurt the people I love.. and no one ever has to see.. who I really am.. what I want to be. So I am but a sculpture.. of what you want in me
A wonderful and thoughtful poem.Nowadays v all face the same problem.v have to pretend happiness while our mind roar...good write and would like to know more abt your thoughts...
Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
Reviewed on September 4, 2003
a wonderful write
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on September 3, 2003
..Erica..this is outstanding!!! What a soul!!!..YOU..I would LOVE to meet in person..hmm..what a talking session we'd have...keep 'em coming...
Much love to you,
Vesna
Erica, it takes a very insightful soul to see these images. Especially if you are referring to yourself. I seem to picture you as a warm and gentle heart. One that has been broken and is now trying to put the pieces back in place. It will happen. You just have to keep working at it. Great write. ~SH~
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Much love to you,
Vesna
Amor
This poem, "If You Really Want To Know" Flows to the sea of reality through the riverbed of knowledge and wisdom.
I Salute You, Author Poet Erica Ivory.
HAPPY HEALTHY DAY!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
love Tinka
I hope we can find something better in common.
John
Reindeer
"So I am but a sculpture..
of what you want
in me."
A superb ending to a richly emotional piece.
Julie
~Chrissie
Trixie :)
Some, for protection of ourselves;
Some, for fooling others and themselves.
Good write indeed!
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)