Natala Orobello Poet Narrative

Soul Searching

To shout outwards in ease is who we are
we think.
Then we whisper looking inside to find
something left behind
rancid
We realize we haven't found ourselves
yet, we pretend
we've been looking
but we haven't really.
It's all too scarey like Kafka's Gregory
afraid we'll wake up like roaches
too pitiful to live.
We place our masks on in the morning 
for it's too bright out in the sun
a different face we lean on at night
whether full moon or not.
I've noticed people are reticent to soul search
they're too afraid of what they might find.
I've looked
I've found
I'm not quite sure what I'll do now.
This new found information leaves
me lost.

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Julie Heckman February 5, 2011 at 5:42 PM this is a good one. Although I wouldn't use the word "it stinks" it doesn't really express in depth, what you are feeling. I love Kafka and think you have a good write here...just fine tune it. Julie

Dr.Ram Mehta February 5, 2011 at 3:33 PM Expressive and creative write on Soul searching, Natala

Poet Destroyer A February 5, 2011 at 1:59 PM how so, we think we know who we are but we ourselves learn something new everday reguardless we want to or not, enjoyed your write,..p.d.