Hi! I'm here!
Can anyone can see me?
or am I just a figment
of imagination?
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Are my battles, fought
lost into silence?
Are my wars, won
faded to oblivion?
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Are rivers of blood
of skin I shed
to try to erase the scars,
but historic memories?
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Is my voice nothing but,
a whisper in the ear?
One that bounces, echoes
and then, disappears?
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Is my soul just
something of the wind?
Is my heart but dust
upon the ground?
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Can I bear my being
without and audience?
Can I be a ruler
witout a nation?
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What if I win fight battles
and then applaud with my wounds?
What if I win wars
and celebrate with my scars?
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What if I lick my gashes
and watch them heal
and then sew them
with rivers of blood?
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What if I learn to whisper
to myself
and absorb the comfort
of the completeness?
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What if I soul learns
to fly on its own?
What if my heart learns
to dance to its beat?
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What if I find a comfort
within myself
and allow it
overcome every insecurity?
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For, then I will no longer
require and audience,
and learn to rule
but myself!
About the Creator
Rachel S
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Comments (4)
wow wow wow, I was gonna say to the first paragraph this is my best one but as I continued reading it every one was! keep it up!!!
Yes, you are seen! great powerful poetry here!
It was felt deep. Much loved!
Wow, a very deep and vibrant poem, and I LOVED the matching photo!