Open Poetry #32 |
When I Get There |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
I suppose when I get there, I won’t ever leave or unsatisfied look sideways for another Personality to conquer my Identity. Identity, the one I really am, when I get there, and I’m supposing so, will remain in constant love with symbols of the sun implanted in my heart by magicians of the free. I suppose when I get there, I won’t ever leave the comfort of believing I was worthy of the pain decreed as the way all travelers go back home no longer to suppose they’ll get there one day. But Personality, the one I’ve come to be, has weighted down Identity with inconsequential needs and hindered my advance with trappings of the past. And the war of the two continues, it would seem, until Identity lays waste to personality and buries the remains at the end of this lifetime. Why do we hide in skin and bone playsuits until in death to know how free we all can be in our Identities? Helen |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Indeed, my friend . . . the fun lies in wondering if that "free idenity" is as we imagine it . . . or ??? I'd love to know but am in no hurry to find out. Enjoyed the read... jwesley |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
well done! great message here |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you both for the read. Messages, yes, we hear and forget as life seems to insist. |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Great write...full of meaning and beauty. Eric |
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