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Day 30 OctPoWriMo

Prompt: I am…

Form: Free verse

I am not what you think
I am not even really what I actually think I am

I am not what the world wants me to be
I seep under the skin where I can’t be seen but only felt

I am not just my words most days
my expanse is way beyond them
though, my words are very much me

I am not only someone in relation to others
I am me before all relations

I am
a suspended wave
a hurricane in the making
sometimes a river in spate
yet, insatiable

an exclamation in anticipation of a full stop
a worn out book
with some still unturned pages

an answer to unasked questions
a question to all answers
sometimes an adrift statement

an unpeeled orange
an unbitten apple
or maybe somewhat like the watermelon

an enigma
so predictable

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #159 for the week is quite an interesting one. I always have this question at the back of my mind, ‘How will I be remembered?’

Through this post, I might walk you through my life on a more personal level, because the topic sounded more personal.
Imagine a slice of your life, or the whole personality framed on the wall. What would you like to see there?

Well, there’s definitely a wide gap of probably five feet between how I want to see my personality framed on the wall versus how my family perceive me as an individual.

I think myself to be a simple human without much expectations. Give me love anyday over any materialistic thing (sweets might be an exception😋), you’d have me tied around your little finger.

This frame here would rightly be me, if I were to make one for myself, as…

The boundaries between mist and light,
time and dreams, seems porous, slight
in memories, thoughts dim, but feelings brighten
not where or when, but why we’re frightened
in the night, death comes close, as senses heightened
to scream beware—

before you vanish from that liminal space
where hours dash, and you wear another’s face
knowing you are you but not, and you forgot
to take a test or you’re lost, or haven’t brought
that thing, you know–or maybe not,
but where

do you go in this maze of a house,
and who is he, surely not your spouse–
but oh, what’s he’s doing feels so good,
and you think you shouldn’t, you wouldn’t, but you would
until they stare,

the people, they’re monsters, with giant teeth
and what is that, behind the door, beneath
the bed, not Grandmom, not husband, or lover,
scary creatures, they grimace, and hover
and you…

Mirrors reflect the soul and because vampires are the undead, they have no souls as their soul has passed on to the next world.  For this reason, vampires have trouble shaving. 

In the Cream song ‘Swlabr’ aka She Was Like A Bearded Rainbow, the picture has a mustache and you’ve got that rainbow feel, but the rainbow has a beard.

Written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge 159 – framed on the wall.

there’s nothing special
in my uniqueness
just a human doing life
born, living, crashing, burning
resurrecting when it’s been enough

i want to love continuously
while needing to be loved
when the harshness needs eased
the years a cycle of up and down
hopefully with you by my side

in the frame you picture me
i’m not notable
not a hero or filled with wisdom
just owning enough guts for the years
lived by me