A life not mine

I found a book with someone else’s name inside
a reminder that she was loved, encouraged, chosen.
But I am not Mary Angie,
and no Lisa writes hope into my story.

I hope I was Mary Angie sometime
so I can express my love and passion
without being judged or shut down.
I wish I had Lisa as a family,
a person who supports and encourages me,
but for I am not Mary Angie
nor have Lisa on my side,
so I will shut my hopes
since hope only fuels the hunger of a fool
a fool who dreams too big and alive.

Oh dear Mary Angie,
for I am not like you,
a person who dreams and loves…
for I am taught to follow my parents’ dreams
since I can’t dream for myself,
nor truly live or love.

So dear Lisa, I will stop here,
Because I am tired of living in pain and lies…
for I am not Mary Angie,
nor have you on my side.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Agustin Avatar
April 30, 2026 at 4:39 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
Hussein  Avatar
May 5, 2026 at 1:37 PM
Thank u so much dear that means alot and appreciate u....I wish the same to u
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