I
internalize isolation
I'm introduced
'
I'm interested
intrigued
infatuated
I idealize
idolize
'
I
invite interaction
induce ingratiation
initiate intimacy
'
illusory idol is
indifferent
I'm ignored
insolence
is inexcusable
invisibility
is intolerable
I insist
I implore
I'm insulted
I'm infuriated
'
initial instinct:
insults
...insensitive imbecile
...ignorant ingrate
...insufferable idiot
...
impact is
insubstantial
I
implode
'
I'm idiotic
I'm infantile
I'm impaired
imbalanced
immature
incapable
insignificant
inadequate
inadequate
inadequate
'
I'm
ill
incurable
inconsolable
irreversibly injured
'
I
indulge in
intermission
introspective interlude
'
I
intuit issues
inquire inwardly
infer implications
'
I
illuminate
internalized insignificance
identify
ingrained inferiority
inaccurate interpretations
'
inspiration
inching into
improvement
I
improve
I've improved
I'm independent
'
independence
is isolating
I'm
incomplete
'
imagine
if
instead I
invited
interdependence
"
'
"
This started out to be an entry to the tautogram challenge. After a missed deadline, I decided (thanks to an encouraging Vocal community!) to finish and share the poem anyway. Thanks for reading.
Another tautogram:
About the Creator
Sonia Heidi Unruh
I love: my husband and children; all who claim me as family or friend; the first bite of chocolate; the last blue before sunset; solving puzzles; stroking cats; finding myself by writing; losing myself in reading; the Creator who is love.
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This is not who I thought I would be. Before my family was captured and forced into slavery, I had aspirations of becoming a wealthy business owner or possibly a scholar and philosopher. Becoming a warrior was the furthest thing from my mind. Unfortunately, our Roman conquerors had other plans.
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Wow, this is incredibly clever and must've taken so much talent to write it. Very well done
Wow. This is great. Really well done.
👏👏👏😍😍🔥This poem was on fire the whole way through. I almost forgot it was a tautogram because the flow was that good. I’m glad this was shared. Well done, Sonia.
Fabulous!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
Wow. Hooked me half way into the poem, left me wanting more at the end. Very cool.
I'm interested, intrigued, identity-crisis induced, identifying, idolizing.... You get the idea. Great work, Sonia.
A real work of art, and a winner in my book.
Wowwww. This was way longer than I thought possible! And I can’t believe how much I relate to the emotions tied to your words here. The self insults, the faulty beliefs about myself, the tirade of self talk that, whether it be damaging or benign, is still self absorption and therefore not ideal nor optimal. I’m going to reread this. So so glad you shared it! ❤️
So glad you finished this! There was a completeness to this and the emotion you expressed with just I-words was impressive!
Sonia, I'm so glad you completed this tautogram and shared it anyway. I love how you tell the story of growth and pain and redemption and power through the words and the structure. You've given us a gift. Thank you 🥰
From introduction to flirtations rebuffed, hurt, internalizing worthlessness, reflection, healing, re-embracing the possibility of love. I am so glad you finished this & shared it with us, Sonia. To echo Quincy, you have written of heartbreak & healing with such grace. Thank you.
written gracefully...
Great ending
❤️
Wow. A complete evolution. Well done!