I can see, I can; by Brianna Bragg

Sometimes you must believe in order to see.

I can see the whole of my life slipping 

slipping away from my grasp
it’s slipping, pulling itself away from me

 

 

I can see the whole of my life spiraling
it’s spiraling down
deeper and deeper

 

 

I can see the whole of my life falling
falling away from the known
my body still clenched on tightly

 

 

but it doesn’t want to stay
it doesn’t want to be connected to me
my spirit doesn’t like the body that it’s in anymore
doesn’t like the
distinction of being me anymore
doesn’t like who we’ve become
together or apart.

 

 

And neither do I

 

 

I can’t see anymore
can’t see who I’ve become
or why I’ve become
this

 

 

This
of whom I don’t want to be
whom I don’t want to know
the person I can’t even try to know
anymore

 

 

I can’t

 

 

Maybe I should leave it
leave it alone
in its solidarity
that has become its comfort
become its best friend
become its flaw

 

 

That doesn’t show

 

 

Maybe I can
but I don’t want to
Maybe that’s best
so we’ll just say
we’ll tell everyone

 

 

I can see

 

 

I can

 

Author's Note

ignore grammar & spelling. see me speak.

Reviews

[Danielle Asher]

the idea of opening your eyes into yourself is so powerful. accepting who you are is also so powerful. thank you for sharing your words. I look forward to reading more of your work.

[a Messenger]

A very nice write. I have experienced these feelings at different periods in my life; these feelings of not liking yourself much, not wanting to be who you are. You have explained those feelings very clearly with your poem.
Much more so than I could have done.
A really well written piece, but I would have liked seeing a few more commas separating thoughts.

Jerry