Detached
from all that I was, all that I am, and all that I might be
Caught in a pocket of air
Between two times, between two lives
Not quite here and not quite there
Floating and waiting to see which part of me survives
Observing from high up above
Suspended in mid air
A wavering shadow of who I once dreamt of
Never quite fully aware
A flickering light, growing dimmer and dimmer
If it were completely extinguished, I might even be glad
Almost completely engulfed in darkness, yet somewhere deep down still shines a slight glimmer
Nostalgic for memories I haven’t yet had
Lost for some time now, unable to find the way
A million different pieces of me, split apart, tucked away on a shelf
In hopes that it’ll all fall into place, maybe one day
But for now I’ll be floating far from myself
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Anya Kim
.just figuring things out.
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*** I'm keen to republish the interviews I did for my series with Vocal creators. It's been a few years and I thought it might be nice to revisit these wonderful conversations. I'll be releasing them one at a time for a few weeks/months.
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I used to have a marionette, and your poem reminded me of it, I actually was thinking of the wretched thing (I say this, because it was a horrid looking thing) the other day. What happens when you cut the strings? It sound like a glimmer of hope resides, hope keeps us moving, it keeps us alive