The Loss Of One's Image Poem by Compton Wright
The Loss Of One's Image
Ever since my grandfather died and my heart
starts to turn black from sorrow.
I lost my myself from the black hole
deep within. I cried to myself thinking to
myself will i ever be myself one day.
My heart used to have one door
and ONE! door only but
now it like an million doors and an limitless hallway
with each door having a different piece to find my true self
but every door i tried to open are locked, nailed, and lockdown
it was stressful enough that i have to keep my family on
track but it hard for me sometimes.
Anger starts to build up
Sadness start to freeze the lungs
and depression starts to cut the vain out of my body
but pretty soon it felt like something is
consuming this pain of mines and loving every moment
of it. But to me it makes me sick inside and only hope
that i will find the real me
16 is a little too young to find yourself. Don't start your search yet. It would be fruitless. Wait till you get to college. Then begin there. Spend your time now gathering information by close observation of others. Let their mistakes teach you. Be wise, not foolish. GW62
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9/20/2024 5:54:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I'm sorry to say, but you will never find your true self my friend. It isn't possible. Because everytime you think you've found yourself, something happens that tells you that, that is not who you are. Although, I do know the stress of having to keep your family on track...I have to do it everyday even though I have both of my parents. I still like the poem...It's beautiful. Keep up the good work my wonderful friend! Peace and love, Lexi Baby