Stella Andrews

Rookie - 10 Points (3rd july 1994)

Short Story- Finding Myself - Poem by Stella Andrews

I really like Myself. We seem to share the same interests in nearly everything. We dress the same, like the same music, movies, activities and so much more. We sit together at the table with a Milo and read the junk mail and newspaper or watch tv. She hates the wind when it's raining and even more despises cruelty being spread into our world like the black toxic smoke you see lurking out of old trucks. She's forever sweet and caring and holds me when I'm down. She listens to me even when I'm speaking nonsense and won't ever leave me until I'm smiling again.
She's smarter than I am. She has the ability to see things as they are, instead of seeing through rose coloured glasses like me. She somehow keeps her emotions and decision making sections of her brain very separate. I don't know how, but I admire it.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

In the way that religious believers feel God with them, I feel about someone who comes from inside my soul. I have named them Myself for now because they haven't told me otherwise. It's like they are always standing just behind me- just out of my sight. But I don't need to see her to talk to her or know she's there. I just need to feel her presence. And I'll be ok.

Comments about Short Story- Finding Myself by Stella Andrews

  • Gajanan Mishra (2/22/2013 7:00:00 AM)

    No body is alone. God is there with all. Any way. I like the poem. (Report) Reply

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