Looking

From Friday morning writers.com zoom group:

Quote:

“I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.” ―Emily Dickinson

Prompt:

Write about looking: looking for, looking with…

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I finally opened my eyes

and found I couldn’t see.

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I looked around my life

and couldn’t find me.

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I searched high and low

for some clue as to who

I once was outwardly and inside

but I couldn’t find who I was

or where I might hide.

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I lit lanterns in my soul

and searched there far and wide;

all I found were remnants

of self-denial and lies.

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I found a love that rarely sated,

a love that was anything

but reciprocated.

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I found a heart too deep in denial

to admit how crushed it had been,

and a mind so cluttered

it couldn’t think above the din.

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I found a soul broken,

stabbed with silence,

seeking any semblance of balance.

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At the crux of it all was she,

destroyer of all that lay within me,

emotional terrorism at its finest,

where lies rolled off the tongue

as if they were honest.

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Deep within me lay a broken heart,

left shattered, falling apart.

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Thanks for reading! -- Sam