A charming new friend asked me to write a small piece about the authentic self.


Authentic Self


I wonder what clothes i will wear today
i wish i knew
i wish i could say...

...and so i wander through this room
my room of fractured mirrors
talking to my fears each day
searching for the words to say
i see my face on every wall
sometimes melancholy
sometimes the fool
and here i search for the missing person
fighting through the fog of doubt
hiding somewhere deep inside me
a spirit i call - my authentic self.


© Rik - 29/08/2006



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Written on 2006-08-29 at 12:13

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BlueyedSoul
sum of days this mirror i pass
and think by now i know this lass
but deep within i question what and who
perchance my true self shall find a clue

great write rik...sellf discovery seems to be an on-going process for all of us.

I really liked this and always love your style of expression.

~Blue
2006-09-01


Mr.Mist
I love the way you choose your words..they are all in perfect harmony with each other...really love your writing, man..

-mr.m
2006-09-01


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hey there rik this is such a powerful sef analysis poem set alive by your realistic assessment of your room of fractured mirror what a term for disorder and perhaps lifes disorder well done rgds mike
2006-08-29


Malin Johansson
A great poem here Rik!!!
We all se apart of ourselves in the doubt of ourselves, in the mirror on the wall...
sometimes it's foggy and sometimes very clear!!!
Good poem here
Rgds
2006-08-29