October 10, 2015

My Past:

Without my past 
my future will never be
Tho I hide in the shadows 
of my own mind
Cloaking what others see 
on the outer edge
I cling to my own reality 
letting none pass 
within my realm 
so they can’t mold me to
A unchanging pattern 
of their own creation


Lynn said...

I feel the same way.

desk49 said...

Few will understand so thanks.

Denise Covey said...

This is hearfelt and sorrowful to me desk49. I'm popping over to visit after enjoying your great poetry/comments on Nilajana Bose's blog. Thank you. You're brilliant!

desk49 said...

My head swells
face turning red
I bow in thanks
for what you said

Snaggle Tooth said...

But I always make my own pattern...
Someone has to do it!

desk49 said...

Yet others are so quick to do it for us.
Not understanding why we're not happy about it.

Roland D. Yeomans said...

Such an evocative poem you wrote on my blog for my own story. That was a great, gracious thing for you to do. Thanks.

joyce charbonneau said...

I'm using another computer (this is desk49)

You had a great story and your welcome.