Dear Myself
After sincere reflections, I’m afraid I don’t see I to I
I refute myself, at the risk of being cruel
I mean, I don’t see I
Neither I’s my, nor me’s mine
My’s only I, mine’s only me
Mine temporarily
– Me
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Dear Myself
After sincere reflections, I’m afraid I don’t see I to I
I refute myself, at the risk of being cruel
I mean, I don’t see I
Neither I’s my, nor me’s mine
My’s only I, mine’s only me
Mine temporarily
– Me
I think we are temperory only, ever changing. If we are fixed than we cannot flow .And at the same time”I” is ego too. So hard to let go:-).
Thank you for sharing lovely poem
Love
Seema
the pla on words is either too deep or not deep at all, depending on my mood, like looking in a mirror,a a glaance or rumination/