Pieces of Me

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Removing layers from my feelings,
I unveil underlying emotion
by unmasking my vulnerabilities.

When trust seems as rare as devotion,
have mercy on my cynical thoughts.

Each need for approval
opens cruel, seeping wounds.

Right to the core of the matter,
locked inside the beautiful part -
my illusions are painfully shattered.

At the point where discovery must start;
hidden in the secret wells of emotion;
buried deep inside my yearning heart;
dwells unfeigned love which transforms me.

But love never seems enough.

Sometimes I am too tender,
Sometimes I am too tough.

If I get too much attention,
feelings are hard to overrule.

So often my fragile power
turns to scorn and ridicule.

Reviews

[Healing Star]

This is work, this removing the layers.
It is like the rings of an onion, pealing each layer,
delicately pealing each layer. removing the effects of
experiences, some of them overwhelming with
emotion, the capturing of our pain and sorrows.
And as we unfold them that emotion comes rushing
out, but we must let it rush out not keep it in. Let it
go once uncovered let it flow out of us, it will free us.
And then we are making room for the new, welcoming
the new. As we gain more understanding we can keep
ourselves balanced, and with our growth we can realize our
power is not so fragile, and with our understanding we won't turn to scorn and ridicule because it was our ignorance that caused this, our insecurity. But now in our new power we have new wisdom to rise above.
There is no longer need for approval, because you know within you approve of you and that is the only thing that matters.
See it is about illusions being joyfully shattered, the illusion is the problem, there is no pain is illusion being shattered.
and now you know love is always enough, for love is all there is.

Thank you for this poem, made me think and it shows me how much you have grown, since this was written, do you See?

[Buddhistboy73]

another deep, heartfelt piece here....thanks for sharing...
BB
"So often my fragile power, turns to scorn and ridicule,....."powerful words....

[Mark]

Well, how very rare! Usually I do not make a point of seeking a "favorite line" or "favorite stanza"--here I couldn't help, but!
Alas, every time I thought I'd found one, another replaced it, one gem right after the other! (gush, gush--and as you are new to me, you can't yet know how rare THAT is!)
"Removing layers from my feelings..."
"Each need..opens...cruel wounds..."
"...hidden in the secret wells of emotion.."
"...my fragile power turns to scorn and ridicule."
...and I had to leave out half of them, for brevity's sake!
Lovely job, Jenn. Keep 'em coming!

[Rob Santana]

I like this,no rhyming just what's on your mind. Very good write Jenn.

[Dream Weaver]

Nice title and very befitting of this personal
inner struggle of feelings which I'm sure many
can relate to. Well done Lass!

[An owl on the moon]

From such a poignant, personal write you truly connect those feelings the mind muses to the minds of us all. Those questions of our existence... of our strengths and weaknesses... every piece.

[Matt "Mickey" Denney]

Emotion's two extremes - "love" to "scorn" and "ridicule". Nice penmanship. I really liked this writing. Thank you! :)

[fireblossom]

A revealing piece of work. It is direct and clear. I feel an invitation with caveat. I often wished I could hand a note to her that said, I love you please forgive me for what is about to happen. When we open completely we show warts and all.

A very good poem.

[Keith]

The duality of emotion and the world at large are perfectly expressed by you in this poem.
So very well done!