Willa T. Olivier


Lost Identity - Poem by Willa T. Olivier

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In this spiritual blindness
I hope and seek in vain
for words of lovingkindness
to ease the dreary pain.

The pain of utter loneliness,
which most of us are spared
that comes when life's experiences
and thoughts cannot be shared.

I long in my self-sympathy
to reach some other soul,
with satisfying empathy
to make my being whole.

In truth I long not all for thee
for ofttimes comes the cry,
'Where is the one who should be me?
My soul, my self, my 'I'?


Comments about Lost Identity by Willa T. Olivier

  • Rookie kenneth william snow (3/19/2005 5:01:00 AM)

    There's always prayer Willa. A simple plea for peace.
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  • Rookie Philippa Lane (3/18/2005 9:47:00 AM)

    This is a heart-renching poem. Congratulations on writing so beautifully about a mental state that many others share, but could not find a voice to express their pain. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ivy Christou (3/18/2005 8:44:00 AM)

    I like this poem Willa. Especially the last paragraph is very heartfelt. Well done and keep posting..
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  • Rookie Christine Magee (3/18/2005 8:26:00 AM)

    Most beautiful and soul searching.. and excellent rhyme and flow.
    Chrissie (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 18, 2005



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