Poetry Anthology

12:39

You said you know me.
An I almost believed you did.
However with one afternoon,12:39
I remember it was, specifically.
I realized nobody really knew me.
Because I had never truly known myself.
Never really aware of which that I was.
A shapeshifter - what I was in the outside world.
You saw only what I wanted you to see.
Or the lot I struggled to hide.
For some you saw what you wanted to see.
However regardless of it all,
I was to consumed with what and what not to show you.
I didn't really have time to figure out who I was.
But I'm finding snippets of her
In the silence I struggled to find amidst the chaos.
It's not peaceful nor is it tormentful.
Just quiet.
Both feelings at bay but lingering close enough for one to feel.
She's nothing like what you thought.
She's neither good nor bad or she could be both.
She meek almost subtle but she's loud and strong- demanding.
A contradiction
Both unyielding
She's a danger, a complexity
Both nothing but everything.
Nothing like what you expected.
There's far more she needs to uncover, far more galaxies to explore, planets ,stars and even the dark blue encompassing her universe.
So, no.
You don't know her.
You never did.

-M