Who am I?
To be completely honest
I’m not even sure.
It haunts me still.
All that’s left are scraps of memories,
Floating away like leaves in the wind.
And I try to grab them,
To grasp them,
But they’re slippery, wet,
I try to hold on but they snake through my hands,
And out of my mind.
Now I can’t even remember
Who I used to be.
Everything’s gone.
And all I am is some shadow person-
Here when the sun is out but when the
Clouds come I disappear,
Lost in the sadness
Until the sun breaks through the clouds
And somehow
For a while
I’m my shadow
Again.
YOU ARE READING
Shadow People and Other Poetry
Şiir“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.” ~ Perks of Being a Wallflower. A collection of freeform poetry cataloguing my thoughts and feelings.
