poem
written sept. 19, 2006
a poem about false identity
Driving the other day
I lost my way
It hurt to tell
Rejection laid
In my hands
It stayed
The lies she spoke
Was truth disturbed
[I couldn't believe me
Deception decieved me]
So I said hi
Please come and stay
And have your way
I saw her in the mirror
Her refelection was a real life tear
She seemed so real
The way she made me feel...
...Empty and distraught
I despised her every thought
It was then her letter was found
I had to brace myself on solid ground
As I was driving today
I found my way
In his heart
Laid mine in whole
And truth was told
"[Our] original shimmering self gets buried so deep we hardly live out of it at all... rather, we learn to live out of all the other selves which we are constantly putting on and taking off like coats and hats against the worlds weather."
-Frederick Buechner
a poem about false identity
Driving the other day
I lost my way
It hurt to tell
Rejection laid
In my hands
It stayed
The lies she spoke
Was truth disturbed
[I couldn't believe me
Deception decieved me]
So I said hi
Please come and stay
And have your way
I saw her in the mirror
Her refelection was a real life tear
She seemed so real
The way she made me feel...
...Empty and distraught
I despised her every thought
It was then her letter was found
I had to brace myself on solid ground
As I was driving today
I found my way
In his heart
Laid mine in whole
And truth was told
"[Our] original shimmering self gets buried so deep we hardly live out of it at all... rather, we learn to live out of all the other selves which we are constantly putting on and taking off like coats and hats against the worlds weather."
-Frederick Buechner