Enshrouded Soul

Who am I? They asked..

"Even those full of light cast shadows forged of darkness wherever they go..." Said no optimist ever.
But I'm not your optimist now, am I?
To be quite frank, I'm not entirely sure just who exactly I am.

And if I should struggle to explain it surely you would struggle to understand for one can not teach what one has little knowledge and no mastery of...

However, to assuage your curiosity let me simply say then that I am a living, breathing organism, enshrouding a lost soul. Trying to find my way home.

Satisfied?

Author's Note

Not quite a poem, or a story, or a novel...Just a truth.

Reviews

[Franco]

I like it! The words you use are compelling. I promise I am not trying to be over complimentative, but this is my favorite poem/novel/story/truth, that I have read tonight. The way you write is sort of similar to how I write though obviously not identical; we are both different people, haha! Anyway, thank you for taking the time to write this gem.

[Lyanth]

Many thanks to you, you've made my day. Of course no writing can be identical seeing as it comes from the heart mind and soul of an individual and no two brains are wired exactly the same, nonetheless commonalities in such things can only mean we see things through similar lenses which brings comfort in saying we are not alone no matter how different we think we are. Have a great day and thank you for taking the time to visit :)

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It's more like personal note wroten on bathroom mirror. I find it quiet funny and dramatic. It's have personal charm i can feel emotions and you also show at your words there is limitations at every human. Am i statisfied no i will be like read some contuining of this writing. Something like mirror talks cause it's have quiet potential to became quiet interasting interesting writing. Well done .

[Lyanth]

Thank you, I am not sure I want to add more to this piece..but I'm glad you liked it.

[Rye]

Wow! quite the imagery in this write, nicely expressed

[Lyanth]

Many thanks..

[Kay]

This has a wonderful, straightforward honesty about it. The notion that we are asked about who we are seems like a trivial and odd enquiry. Life is really a very lengthy journey about us attempting to untangle that mystery, trying to fill in spaces after our own self-imposed question marks. Each stage of psychological development opens up a new door of confusion, sometimes regarding our unique spiritual/religious beliefs, relationship desires, political perspectives, physical and emotional needs, internal purpose, etc. It all becomes rather muddy and knotted up, and it changes constantly and unpredictably as years pass. I love that you chose the line "a living, breathing organism, enshrouding a lost soul" to conclusively state that we're all just vessels with wandering phantoms inside of us. Great write, Lyanth =) .

[Lyanth]

Indeed we are. Without a spirit we are just a shell.
Glad that you understand this so well and thank you for taking the time to read and review.
Have a great day, dear soul.

[barleygirl]

Over the years, I've read all kinds of "self introductions" on this website, but this one is the most arresting I've ever read. At every point along the way, I was mystified as to where this was going, mystified in a curious, intrigued way. The overall tone might suggest that this narrator is offering just a lump of gray nothingness, but hidden in the sulking spill, a rich plethora of imagination seemingly hides! Well crafted tease of sass (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Lyanth]

Gratitude for your kind words..

[Einstein Noodle]

well ... yes a satisfying read! however, i want to know more .. and for writers .. that's a good thing says i!
E.

[Lyanth]

I'm afraid the rest isn't very pleasant. I'll allow you to use your imagination.

[Lyanth]

However, thank you for the read and review.

[Neville]

Not quite a poem, or a story, or a novel... but a little bit of everything.. and a whole lotta truth just for good measure..

Neville

[Lyanth]

Ah, but isn't this type of truth so subjective? Interesting view, I've not exactly figured out what genre it is so deemed it nameless.

[Neville]

perception, or the interpretation of stimulus received via the senses both past and present is subjective in itself and belongs, or is experienced only by the individual. we believe and hope of course that our perception is the same or at least similar to that of others...... Any way, I still liked it.:)

[Lyanth]

Too true, and thanks alike.

[Neville]

pleasure's mine and true..

[Eilis]

I feel like it’s the search for self that keeps us moving forward. If we are too sure of where we stand we lose a bit of the urgency that leads to seeking. At least that’s been my experience.

I love the idea of your statement: “Even those full of light cast shadows.” Perhaps the dedicated optimist who refuses to see the world in two sided terms is only half realizing the reality of themselves. I don’t know. I think there’s so much we don’t know and that the preservation of mystery is one of the lovelier things to live for.

Interesting philosophics in this poem. Self-exploration is a great creative tool. Nice to meet you, Lyanth.

[Lyanth]

Greetings, gratitude and a pleasure to meet you as well. You make an interesting point, however on the other hand, I feel that it is knowing yourself and who you are that allows you to see what can or should be changed and helps you move forward with improvement. If we do not know where we stand or who we are, how can we know when we are write or wrong, or what could be better, or what parts of us we want to grow. If we never have a belief or opinion, how can we develop it, change it and see compare to better or worse? Soul Searching does have it's place. I think, we do it most when we are young. The rest of our adult lives are spent refining what we've found. Much like a gold nugget. A clump of knowledge, opinion and points of views that must be molded, shaped, refined tested and formed into the finished piece. That is my outlook at least. Thank you again for reading and sharing your opinion

[HadesRising]

Well written piece. Well Done.