Yesterday’s melancholy song:
I had learned to live in fear,
The voices in my head
overflowed the air:
“Without you I’ll never be.
“I’ll never be!”
Exterminating by backspace:
I key in and expunge
echoes of voices from afar
take a knife to blatant out right lies:
“You called it constant drama – you never knew.
“You never knew!”
The sound of another morning:
Into the dark recess of my mind,
the eager sun sneaks in bits of light
from my earnest reflections:
“The voices in my head were never really there.”
“Were never really there!”
I go on without my disguise:
Brightening parts my world,
and brings me home again
without the mask I hid behind:
“The me that I have always known.”
This is a patchwork poem, drawing on poems by:
I’ve done a little tweaking here and there, but they’re basically their words, not mine, so many thanks for permission to play with these great poems. You can find out what these poets have done with the same original material and learn more about patchwork poems at the Patchwork Poetry blog.
I also owe thanks to dakini at flickr for the lovely photo….