At times you would love to see me like that
The one I am not
At times, too many times, almost all the time
You think you see I could be
The one you always wanted to cherish, idolise…
There are times when you won’t listen to the voices
Not even mine
Because you stubborn
Won’t realize
That what you insist on seeing in me
Simply does not exist
But in your beautiful mind,
So good at
Cherishing, idolising
Go take a look at yourself for a change
Laugh at yourself
Wake up from the dream
Where you are convinced I am the main character
Hey, honey, I am but everyone you find in your way
And each one you leave behind...but deny to praise
I am nothing but myself
Which might seem a lot to you
But I am still working on it… being
Much more than just that to me.
This job, sweetheart, takes really long.
So please, leave me alone...
Well don’t-
I don’t know.
Do as you want.
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12 comments:
hopefully they can see the real you and appreciate who you choose to become...
do you suppose he'll stay around once he finds out that she is simply a work in progess, albeit, a fantastic find? i have the feeling that it won't matter so much to her because the journey she is on doesn't need anyone's admiration but her own :)
wonderful, dulce!!
" I am nothing but myself" love that line. All else is not us. We are who we are. Nice poem Dulce.
Dulce, it is not a dream that you write so well, you can turn simple ruminating into a thoughtful classic.
Good piece girl-lady. Hey, is not everyone him or her self? I remember you writing "Dulce is Dulce" and is that not the same as "I am nothing but myself"? Or..."I am ME"? As many of your posts, this strikes me as befitting just about everyone at some time or other. Is that correct?
I love self-arguing with self, at the end, kind of indecisive:
"So please, leave me alone...
Well don’t-
I don’t know.
Do as you want."
Thank you for this post.
Besos!
I guess it always happens when everyone decides to see what they want. I don't know after how long the real is seen as it is. I guess this is the bane of Homo sapiens -- to see what they want to see.
I have stopped expecting. Period. Life goes on.
Joy always,
Susan
Brilliantly written, a stirring poem, Dulce. Too often, people choose what they want to see, imprinting their own ideas and perceptions on their idol. As Helena says in "A Midsummer Night's Dream" - "Love looks not with the eyes, but with mind and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind."
P.S. I love the painting you have chosen to accompany this poem, it compliments it perfectly. And it is also a magnificent piece of art :)
What a great poem... I liked the touch of ambiguity at the end :-))
Doris Plaster
Excelente texto, un placer pasar por
tu bonito blog.
que tengas una feliz semana.
un abrazo.
hey lady dulce! so sorry to have been away from a while - a family medical emergency which has had all my attention the past few weeks and am only now really back online for any time at all - and i so missed coming by your place where all these wonderful little snippets wait - and this is certainly no exception to the wonderful thing - i do agree with hold my hand above that the ambiguity at the end is just perfect - so like each of us at times, isn't it! yes - no - i don't know - no - yes! loved it! take care and have a glorious remainder of the day!
I understand this. I feel. lovely.
I am the same way...It takes a special man to be able to deal with me...and love me for me...
Oh my! Don't we all do that. See things in people that are not really theirs.
We want to see them because, perhaps, we believe that will make us happy.
Often what we see in others that we tend to idolize is our own unclaimed gifts. We don't own them, so we project them on to another and believe we love them for what we see in them. Yet what we see could very possibly just be ourselves.
We are the main character, as you say.
Miss reading all your beautiful poems. Hope you are enjoying your Summer. We are having a beautiful one here in Vancouver! My first Summer here :)
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