The Ego VersusA Poem by EbitsI still do not know which woman I am.I am she; and I am I. She is happy; I am lying. She is whole; I am pieces. She is caring; I am selfish She is wishful; I am useless. She is lovely; I am rogue. She is beauty; I am disdain. She is grace; I am regret. She is promise; I am waste. She is love; I am alone. She is forgiveness; I am wrath. She is life; I am nothing. She is friend; I am empty. She is safe; I am in danger. You know She, and I am sorry. © 2011 Ebits |
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1 Review Added on November 22, 2011 Last Updated on November 22, 2011 AuthorEbitsShirley, NYAboutI write in spurts. Furiously at times and not at all at others. I have no form. Whatever happens, happens. more..Writing
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