Wanderer

[ghostofagypsy]

I find myself here again

in the dark place,

that is not an absence of light,

but an abundance of everything

so tightly wound together

there is no seeing clearly.

I am a shattered mirror.

I can still look into the broken pieces

and see the fragments of what I used to be

and something that somehow

feels more complete.

I feel real this way,

in a

Comments

[ka_eul_234]

What a wonderful and impactful final verse. So good! ❣️

Also, these opening lines,

"I find myself here again

in the dark place,

that is not an absence of light,

but an abundance of everything..."

resonate with me. They set the poem up very well. The abundance of everything is full of feeling.

[ghostofagypsy]

Thank you so much, my dear! I wanted to convey the way I so easily get lost in my own mind these days.

[weedcityghost]

"a wanderer whose bones never stir"

Hello, old friend. I logged in on a whim and saw you'd posted again. I've missed you.

[ghostofagypsy]

Luci! My old friend, how are you? I've missed you as well! I recently went through all of my old entries and comments and found myself wondering how you're doing these days. I'd love the chance to catch up one day if you'd like to!