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I am Not What You Think I am

Who "I" am is in my "Eye"

By Wilbert Dela CruzPublished 3 years ago 2 min read

I am not what you think I am

Have you ever felt—misunderstood?

It is a lot like being lost—encircling the woods

Inside the journey of the mind—we can only go so far

due to our emotional oddity—automatically raises the bar

speaking of bars—the first images I got to think about are jails

locked inside a moving train—that’s about to go off—the rails

It’s always a scary feat—often—aplenty of gnashing of teeth

With droplets of tears—adds a quite dramatical bequeath

To be misunderstood was always the last place—I wanted to be

The last space winning at a race—isn’t what I want you to see

Sometimes—it is all about crossing over to the other side

reading between the line—hoping to be—demystified

I’ll paint you a word—picture, would not be enough

I’m afraid I’d confuse you, with many other stuff

One thing for sure, I can’t even write or draw

I’m a leaf on a river just going along the flow

In a hot summer’s day, what would I say

What I am thinking—food—at a buffet

Consoled by an ice cream on a cone

Guess what—Can’t eat it alone

I mean you can—if you want

If it’s really what you want

that makes it—a thing

as in, ice—thawing

a tear of an eye

I, with a sigh!

Will it end

A trend

Hmm

!!

?

Try looking at me from upside—down

I’m not going to give you a treat, but a frown

The story of my life, is a story I can’t brag about

which only fell from out of my eye—at a drought

A tear falling amongst the rain, no one will see

Falling in slow motion, I’m yearning to be free

What comforts you, isn’t what comforts me

It isn’t because of choice, but by curiosity

Aren’t two teardrops better than one?

Such heavy burden can weigh a ton

I’m happy to know, I’m not alone

Crossing a road is a milestone

What comforts me today?

Came, on my birthday

A new one at heart

It’s a work of art

a puzzle pieces

it increases

who I am

Hmm

!!

?

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About the Creator

Wilbert Dela Cruz

I'm a small pebble, living in the ripples; a mixture of water & tears. I'm a silent-dreamer, dreaming, to triple the bubbles, to what comes down, will go up, and up, and away, as to where my story goes, I shall live to tell another day.

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  • Jori T. Sheppard3 years ago

    Intrieguing poem, it kinda reminds me of the writing process.

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