Room - Poem by Rachel Bari
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.
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