Where is this place?
It is dark and obscured and feels like I have fallen into eternity.
Has anyone named it? Who can live here yet alone know who they are?
No light from a star can make its way in.
Sometimes I feel strange and lost like Alice did,always growing, always changing and coming out of it unrecognizable, never the same person.
A million reflections of myself I can see as though I looked through a prism. And a million eyes are looking back at me.
The world continues to revolve in the deep dark navy blue of the universe. Its stars are icy baby blue.
Why did I come here? Have I lost my way?
I am falling, falling, falling forever in an endless space and I feel my very soul quake and change.
My life is being rearranged. Never again will I be the same person.
So how can I fit anywhere?
I have grown too much and too quickly for the world to tailor a suit for me.
I have grown out of the clothes I have worn since birth.
I have changed my mind about many things and my ideas of worth.
The world can never really know me. I have to get reacquainted with my true self. The people I have encountered here have been little help.
I cannot borrow another mans wardrobe and I reject the definition of self I have been told.
Your poem is true story of Inner calling.....Keep listening ur self......ur world will change
John
and identity
and purpose.
And someone well on her way to finding them.
Exceptionally well written.
Ron
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