Treasure Island

Claudia Krizay

(1/28/1956 / Washington DC)

Behind Me

In the early morning
I venture outward, where the trees grow tall and
The deer run freely.
The deer are shy and timid, as I can be-
I call them my friends.
Sometimes people walk my path-
I call it my path because I want to own the world, the trail.
Sometimes people walk toward me and
For the moment it terrifies me, angers me, and makes me wish to run the other way.
Then, there are those people who walk closely behind me-
Inside of the fortress of my mind, I feel threatened by their presence and
I fear as if they are following me, invading my space.
I tolerate the wind and even love the way each gust caresses my arms
As it comforts me, while the beauty of the trees
Paint a scenic picture within the world of my thoughts.
But the moment I see somebody walking along my path, behind me
I feel that I am under attack.
I have been told by many that this is a delusion.
I remember having other delusions- some delusions of grandeur,
Delusions that people who truly loved me and wished me well
Wanted to persecute me. I remember many years ago
I believed that none but ordinary people were gods or goddesses,
I built altars to them out of cardboard coat boxes in the attic.
And there were the days when I refused to speak,
Would not leave my bedroom and lived in a fabricated world-
To me this was all reality.
Today, I still panic when I see others walking behind me.
I want to own the trail, the woodlands, to communicate with the deer,
In my own gentle and non threatening way.
I still fear those who approach behind me wish me harm-
But today I know that the fabricated world I lived in years ago was phantasmal and
There are people who love me and do not wish me harm.
Sometimes I can smile and greet approaching strangers and
Cardboard coat boxes are what they are- not altars
Someday perhaps I will believe people who walk behind me shall never harm me,
And as are those other delusions that at one time ruled my life,
This shall also come to my realization as being none but a delusion, and
As I keep walking forward in time this one also, shall be behind me-

Submitted: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Behind Me by Claudia Krizay )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members.. Updates

New Poems

  1. That horizon and the rock of suicide, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  2. What measure., Ryan Brodesser
  3. That horizon, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  4. HUGGED GRANDMA DORORTHY, Suzanna Christina Chevalier
  5. HOWARD STERN, Suzanna Christina Chevalier
  6. HOW MUCH DID YOU GIVE?, Suzanna Christina Chevalier
  7. HOW LONG CAN WE RIDE THIS CRAZY BUS?, Suzanna Christina Chevalier
  8. Not Far Off: A New Beginning, M.J Donnchadh
  9. HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?, Suzanna Christina Chevalier
  10. HOLLYWOOD 1996, Suzanna Christina Chevalier

Poem of the Day

poet Geoffrey Chaucer

The firste stock-father of gentleness,
What man desireth gentle for to be,
Must follow his trace, and all his wittes dress,
Virtue to love, and vices for to flee;
...... Read complete »


Trending Poems

  1. 04 Tongues Made Of Glass, Shaun Shane
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  5. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  6. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  7. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  9. If, Rudyard Kipling
  10. Nothing Gold Can Stay, Robert Frost

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]