Poems And Thoughts

the realisation of one's self

A/N;Thanks for clicking on this book,, it isn't very good this far but I'll try adding more poems to get more chapters,,

I don't believe any of the following poems would trigger someone but just incase read with caution as there is a poem about dysphoria (not sure if some may get triggered by this)

Feel free to leave criticism on my poems by commenting, and if you like them then a vote would be really appreciated    👉👈,, anyways, thanks again,
-cj

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Nothing could ever make me forget The feeling I got when I awoke,
surrounded by the calming presence of nature.
Where I sense everything around me.

Everything is tranquil and the thoughts that scream inside of my head die down.
Sizzling into nothingness as I lay here.

I  hear the slow rush of water as dusk sets in.
The sky changing from bright blue to an orange and pink canvas, white clouds littered among its perfect surface.

And as I lie here, on the cold but comforting Forrest floor,
I feel the breath in my lungs fading slowly,
almost stopping but it never ceases.

The gentle pounding of the heart that lies in my chest,
hammering and fighting hard to survive.

What's my name?

The word is on the tip of my tongue yet I cannot grasp it.
And slowly the feeling of anxiousness rises inside of me.

Heart pounding faster as the realisation of my own presence. A presence that serves no meaning, but not meaningless.

What's my name?

My brain wracks for an answer that it cannot find,
yet somehow behind my mind I know it is there.
There is a name for me,
a name that I will choose not you..

Because the name that you chose was not the name that was mine to have and to hold it was not the name to which I could grasp and feel alive as it slips from my tongue.

No the name that is chosen will be my own.
For I cannot let another choose what I am to be or to do or to say,
simply because they brought me into this world and gave me a name.

The hammering inside of my chest dies down as the circulation of the flow of my blood continues its journey through every crevice of my being.
A being which I did not choose yet again but am force to perceive myself as.

Who am I?

A question that has been all but forgotten from the depths of my mind.