We all start our journey at birth, or possibly before depending on your beliefs. We are born each holding an invisible slate, upon which the world and our experiences in it, carve a story. Of course, our choices, our “luck” if you will, and misfortunes, share an equal task in creating this narrative.
We each search for peace and happiness, that can sometimes be the quest of our lifetime. This is always evolving depending on where you are in your life, to be different things, leading to various paths, each creating their own chapter in the story of our I and Me.
In this journey, the one who is always there, who will accompany us at every step, is ourselves, our I and Me. I have always found it interesting learning about, my I and Me. I differentiate the two as I is the more driven declarative independant part, “I will do this”. Me is more nurturing, emotion driven, living closer to the heart, “That makes me feel sad”. We learn things about ourselves all the time, our feelings, our passions, what drives us, and what can cause us to hesitate, sometimes even to stop. Being open to our complete I and Me, the parts that are easy to look at, as well as the ones that we can barely face, is what makes I and Me finally become one in the same.
I have always had a creative side, I sketched when younger, but was always better at writing, words were always the forte I ran to when I was searching for, or trying to understand I and Me. Whether it was the sad “me” on the verge of tears, the angry “I” who stood “engarde” ready to protect my vulnerable psyche, or maybe the curious “Me”, trying to learn and understand, people, reasons, or sometimes just, “Why”? My search would sometimes lead me to, at that time, pick up a pen, now it is to sit at a keyboard. The words would come, and lead me to further understand both I and Me. It has taken me many years, only now do I feel I have completely found both.
Here is a collection of some of my poems, some from many years ago, some recent. I have included the ones in this post that fall under the basic idea of finding all aspects of ourselves and how we see the world around us. They all have varied flows, as each one comes from a different facet, be it I or Me.
I have included some early sketching I did as well, many years ago before writing became my chosen method of expression.
Gaze at me
take me in
my face, my body
Turn to me
relish my voice
accept my words
take my vows
accept no other
be my brace
as well the sweet
pull my strings
hear my music
Take my hand
don’t look down
my whole life
I AND YOU
I thought you were the sun
You more resembled the moon.
I thought you were the stars
You were just a fleeting comet.
I thought you would soothe like warmth
You burned more like dry ice.
I though you would taste as steak
It was more like ham off the bone.
I savored you rich as Godiva
You chose to be Dollar Store chocolate.
I thought you sparkled as diamonds
Guess it was just obsidian glare.
I thought you would walk beside me
Turned out, you couldn’t keep pace.
I thought your door was open
You closed it with a deafening latch.
Some words cannot be spoken
they have to be kept to oneself.
Some feelings cannot be expressed
they have to be locked deep inside.
Some heartaches cannot be shared
they have to be suffered in silence.
Some anger cannot be unleashed
it has to be quietly dealt with.
Some injuries cannot be healed
they have to be taken in stride.
Some events cannot be altered
they have to be used as a lesson.
Some tears cannot be dried
they have to be swept away.
Some people cannot be forgiven
they just have to be forgotten.
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