Find Myself
Stuck in the dark,
then pulled into the light.
I go away, But then come back again.
I’m held here on purpose, in between life and death.
Stuck here in my mind, head held high in the clouds.
Always trying and trying to truly find myself.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| For My Hopes And Dreams | 0 | 06/16/2010 |
| If Everyone Was Alone | 3 | 06/16/2010 |
| Find Myself | 0 | 06/16/2010 |
| When We Lose Love | 0 | 06/16/2010 |
| Friends and lovers | 2 | 10/17/2009 |
| free stalion | 0 | 10/04/2009 |
| Cry | 0 | 09/07/2009 |
| Freedom | 2 | 09/03/2009 |
| Roses | 0 | 08/27/2009 |
| The Life I Lived | 0 | 08/25/2009 |
| Scilence | 0 | 08/25/2009 |
| Death is Awaiting | 1 | 08/22/2009 |
| Not Real, Fake, Nothing but Pretend! | 1 | 08/19/2009 |
| Childhood Moments | 1 | 08/19/2009 |
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