Out on the street in search of me
Who is it I’m supposed to be?
Into dark of night
Torn by inner strife
Craving meaning in life
But no answers in sight
Long shadows jumping
Hollow heart thumping
Self-doubt lambasting
Soul fragile from fasting
Voice in my heart
Shouts stop playing this part
Cease senseless searching
Cast off self-made hurting
In plain sight
Concentrate on the light
Residing within
Where it always has been
A powerful poem. The searching continues for so long, doesn’t it. The questions seem eternal. I like the positive final lines.
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Yes, that life quest is eternal. Glad you enjoyed this one!
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I did very much.
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Inspiring, and so beautifully expressed. Thank you, Sandy!
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My pleasure, Amy.
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Pretty shadows and lighting!
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Thanks.
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I really love this poem!
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I’m pleased to hear that, Leigha. Thanks.
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You are welcome.
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