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Wanderer

Who Am I

By Abby LynnaePublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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Chaos, nostalgia, triumph

I'm like a mirror, reflecting an incomplete image of myself into the world, trying to communicate.

I'm like a bird, spiraling in the choppy wind, attempting a path to freedom.

I'm like a mistake, a repeatedly hurtful action punching blow after blow.

I'm like a whirlwind breeze, subtle and gentle across your skin.

I'm like a flower, with an openness like the summer air and the hopefulness of spring.

I'm like a troubled heart, confused by every path I see, searching for a way out.

I'm like a lost lover, aware that I'm falling further away from that which I seek, yet unable to change my direction.

I'm like a puppy, excited about life and the people surrounding me, innocently joyous in my expectations.

I'm like a soul, connected through some unseen thread.

I'm like a lonesome heart, aching in my chest for someone I can love entirely and in turn, someone who will love me with all they have.

I'm like an ocean, vast and changing, filled with the unexpected and the unknown.

I'm like amnesia, as I find myself losing memory after memory.

I'm like a child, peaking around the corners of my home, curious to see what is around each bend.

I'm like an artist, incorporating my passion and emotions into my creations.

I'm like a camera, looking through my lens with various filters, each day a different hew, each decision a varied haze.

I'm like a dreamer, wishful and filled with hope, praying for more to come, and fantasizing about the future in all its wonder.

I'm like an adventurer, lost on a mindless journey filled with obstacles, wandering without a map.

I'm like a prisoner, locked in my own mind, failing as I try to bash down the limiting walls of my consciousness.

I'm like a broken music box, repeating over and over, tripping on the loose springs, and still making the same sounds of rusted hinges and aged metal.

I'm like a regret, dwelling on the past unable to let go and wondering if what I did was wrong, nostalgic and sorrowful.

I'm like tears, silently falling down my face whether in sadness or joy, making trails down down down with no way to stop their flow.

I'm like a poem, metaphorical with an underlying element of literal, yearning for those who will read between the lines and interpret my meaning.

I'm like brokenness, like a car without transmission, like a widow at his funeral, or like someone without a purpose.

I'm like a scar, with tracks under my skin carved with the mouths of the hurtful and seared with the burns of toyed emotions.

I'm like a ghost, wandering the earth alone and forlorn, wondering where I will find hope among the hopeless.

I'm like the sunrise, rising with the hope of a better day.

I'm like a reflection, pondering on the decisions I've made and wondering if they were true.

I'm like the tired, ready to pass into that eventual slumber and lose my worries for another day.

I'm like nostalgia, looking back on what once was and wishing I had it back once more.

I'm like my mother, kind and caring, persistently trying to put others needs before my own.

I'm like my father, reasonable and loyal, never giving up no matter the struggle or how much I sincerely wish to.

I'm like life's journey. No matter the pain or the struggle, I press on to make my own path.

I'm like an insomniac, losing sleep over a memory in the past, dwelling on a sorrowful quotation, or wondering on a scenario in the future.

I'm like music, beautiful yet tragic, sorrowful in minor key.

I'm like this poem, long and drawn out, a thinker in my own right, reminiscing about things gone and wondering where my life will go from here...

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About the Creator

Abby Lynnae

I think it's important to share struggles with others in order to help the same types of people in their own lives. Heaven knows enough other people with struggles worse than mine have helped me in the past.

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