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I Used To

I used to wake up in the morning
 To the music of my soul
And search the whole day through
 For one like you.

I used to sing a song of joining,
 For in my heart I felt the light,
And I reached out every day
 With hope renewed.

I used to sing.  I used to dance.
I used to whisper poems nightly to the moon.

I used to love the artist in me and all that came my way,
I used to celebrate expression every day.

But, living found me coupled with pedantic, empty souls,
With clever masquerades of magic men.
And I find that I have turned around,
And left my voice behind,
And I find that I am not what I had been.

I used to sing! I used to dance! 
I used to practice all my talents every day.
I used to find expressing life through art
The only way to be;
I used to feel that was the only way for me.

But, now I find I have a cobwebbed life,
A dusty, boring, ho-hum life,
A life without expression or esteem.
I've turned into a shadow of a girl who used to be.
I've turned into the opposite of free.

...and I've turned into the opposite of me.

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Sherilynn Kucharek Date: 2/19/2019 11:00:00 AM I can certainly relate to this! I actually wrote a poem like this, where I look in the mirror and don't recognize that person! I felt your pain, and longed for you to sing and dance again! Beautifully written! Awesomeness.......Sherilynn Login to Reply