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Rebecca Solomon Poem
Who Do You Think You are?
Every night the moon asks me, “Who do you think you are?”
Every morning the sun scorns and asks, “Who do you think you are?”
My feather like companion beneath my head whispers into my ear
“Darling, who are you?”
My mind is a turmoil
My heart is the calmness of the ocean
Purple hours are not enough
Golden minutes are not enough
No, they are not enough for me to know
What I am and what I’ll be
If a bright future awaits silently for me
I searched every alley of my inner self
With the constant voice echoing more in my heart less in my mind
“Who do you think you are?”
Who am I? What am I? What I can be?
Nothing led to certainty
After the battle within me
After I was defeated completely
And lay still in my bed with my eyes stuck on the lunar light
Drowned in defeat and drenched in disappointment
I fell asleep
But, When I got up in the morning
And faced myself in the mirror and touched my face along with my imperfections
I found it
I found me
“Who do you think you are?”
I am me
And you can’t change it
I am me and I am proud of it
I am proud of all my perfection because that is me
I wasn’t defeated, I was just lost
And I found my way back
Now every night and every morning the Sun and Moon point down towards me saying
“Ah! there she is”
Copyright © Rebecca Solomon | Year Posted 2018
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Rebecca Solomon Poem
The darkness in my eyes
The calmness of my heart
Vanished into cold thin air
All crushed and fallen apart
My eyes year for it
And so does my heart
Feels as if it's all lost forever
Sharply pierced with a gall dart
Now I know
Now I understand
Nothing lasts forever
Nothing lasts forever
Copyright © Rebecca Solomon | Year Posted 2018
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Rebecca Solomon Poem
My mind tosses in the turmoil
My mind tumbles from side to side
My expression is blank,
they do not know
What I am going through or what I sow
It is my fault and so it is my agony
My thunderstorm and my lightning
Copyright © Rebecca Solomon | Year Posted 2018
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