I have a room of my own, in fact many rooms,
What i need to find is...myself.
I lost it long ago,
when i became happy.
I could not create...
in joy and happiness.
I needed to be alone, to be myself
Not the constant juggling between I and me,
the roles, the rules, the always “ÿou” before me.
I disappeared in many roles.
Not that it unmade me,
it made me... perhaps
in yet different roles and images.
It brought a quiet satisfaction...
in feeling complete.
Yet something remained...incomplete.
The rooms are lived in today
I need to build again.
The typical inner battle raging inside so many, I and me, who wins, whose voice is heard, not sure, the search to find myself.. well worded thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thought provoking poem so nicely and wisely depicted. Thanks for sharing....10