Who Am I - Really.
poem by:
Raychill Ellisonwonderland
Written
on Nov 23, 2016
Content Note: Explores identity fracture, self-doubt, and emotional disconnection. Where do I draw the line when mindless doodles fill the pages of my empty book? I sketch the same things— but still, I can’t seem to carefully capture the images that rush, eager to escape from my fingertips. Shapes not straight, circles turned oblong, proportions all wrong— I never did bother with guidelines. The repetition says something, but the dots don’t connect. No dashes either. I’m told I must know this stuff. So I pretend I do.
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Christopher Russon commented:
Lovely poem.shapes not straight.circles to oblong.clever wording .I think we all fail to connect
Those dots many times.
