SILHOUTTE OF MY HAUNTINGS.


Insanity found familiarity with me
When my heart was touched,
And so rendered I was a sitting duck
With my mind caged in the labyrinth of your thoughts.
Your silhouette wandering in my dreams.
Yet I yearn not for a revelation,
Not more than I do for unbosoming of your mysterious soul
My tongue of weight may speak not of,
But my incessant pen lives to script on.

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I wrote this poem to reflect on the journey of my self discovery. There was that point when I could envision the person in me being able to do more but then I just didn\'t know how to capture this other person inside of me out of my wild imaginations and bring her to the reality.