who am i?

A confused woman, and lost

She looks out the window and it begins to dawn on her;

who is she and where did she come from?

The pain she feels inside, all over every part of her body feels horrifically familiar

but can not remember where it came from.

The sun peering through the blinds; the sound of the tea kettle

as background noise

Her throat choking back the tears begin flowing from her eyes, down her cheeks

like a soft flowing river on a warm spring day.

A little blood trickles down from her cherry like lips, and her tongue

manuevers across it as the taste of it makes her slightly tremble.

Out of all the things in this world, no matter how much she tried to think;

it always goes back to the same thing, the same beginning.

Who is she and where did she come from?

Everything becomes black around her, the warm sun no longer a feeling on her porcelain skin; as she floats between space and time.

Her mind wanders, but with no sense of direction.

Every part of her soul rips away, as her body falls apart

 

Author's Note

I would like some feedback. Im open to feedback :)

Reviews

[cassandra ziemba]

i like the feel of it, lost and confused. the only thing i would change, and its not exactly a bad way of how u put it, but how u described the tea kettle in the back ground. i personally wouldn't have said " as background noise" i would say something like "the sound of the tea kettle whistling behind me" but other wise it is a very nice poem.

[nazia]

being a woman i can totally relate to this quest of identity. its very expressive, piercing right through the heart and making a lasting mark. well written

[nastassia]

wow @nazia than you very much for that feedback. I appreciate it :) i cant wait to read yours

[nastassia]

Thank you both very much :) i appreciate the reviews very much

[Larry Davis]

I'm not a woman, but I can totally relate. Great poem

[nastassia]

Thank you very much