Whoo Am I

just something written in the middle of the night...Sleepless....poetic insomnia I call it...

Who am I

sometimes

when I look in the mirror

I wonder if you see what I see

loneliness behind the empty smile

one that has been hurt so many times

sitting in waiting

for the next mirage to fade

into the shadows behind chestnut eyes

glazed by pain and self doubt

hollow words and broken promises

bring little refuge to a woman

whose childhood was ripped away

before it even started

the burial place of memories

nothing more then a hiding place

where pain has always d'welled

and tears always wel'd in private

privacy?!

there is no such word in my mind

for too many have walked there

leaving foot prints on the heart

and hand prints on the memory

in the wee hours of the morning

when the mind cannot be still'd

to the floor I crumble

and only the mirror

knows who I am...

bj smith

aka shallimarRose

Author's Note

photo from google images..

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to find your real face sometimes. I enjoyed the poem. Led the reader on a good journey into memories and thoughts. I have not tried to find my true face in years. I have grew old and accepted my place and function. Which is sad. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[shallimarRose]

Ty for your wonderful comments as always Coyote.. huggs, Rose

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Wow... I'm glad to have found this piece. Though we are opposite gender, I was able to find pieces of myself within this. Its amazing how we can tell a story from so many different perspectives and it still be affecting. Great piece!

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Poetic for coming to read me here. shallimarRose

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

It was my pleasure.

[Ruth]

This feels suffocating and I relate, a tense poem that reflects more than first seen, for I felt the words intensely as well as envisioned them x

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Poppy.. Suffocating at times ..yes. xo

[Cassie]

This is very sad. I enjoyed reading

[shallimarRose]

ty Cassie for reading. shallimar

[Keith]

Very touching and sad. Now I want to give you a hug. Thanks ShallimarRose.

[shallimarRose]

I would love that hugg .. thank you. xo

[Jack...]

Very beautiful and sad at the same time, but I suppose, who really know exactly who we are...we harbor so many feelings, desires, thoughts, ideas that we tend to lock inside...at least for now. Very nice my sweet friend.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Jack.. I have a hard time dealing sometimes and this stuff just comes out.. Then i glue my smile back on.. and start anew.. xo Rose

[Jack...]

I tried gluing a smile on once, but it took forever to get that stuff out of my moustache afterward. :) You are welcome my friend.

[shallimarRose]

LOL... well thank god I have no moustashe lol..All my Italian aunts did .

[ron]

Very true. I have felt like this from tome to time. Its odd how a poem from some one else can make you re-feel the things you thought were your own private world. It was very nicely done Rose.

[shallimarRose]

because many of the same ghosts walk in everyones closets? Thank you for reading.

[Alia ZJ.]

Amazing, in terms of context and all. Reminded me of something I wrote a while back, I'd be glad if you give it a read. Anyway, I loved where you talked about 'Privacy?! There's no such word in my mind...'. Somehow it hit me, I dunno why. Beautiful! (y) :)

http://quillnparchment.com/2013/08/07/reflections/

[shallimarRose]

I will read. xo

[shallimarRose]

Again thank for reading. shallimarRose

[Alia ZJ.]

You're welcome, it was a pleasure to read such great poem! :)

[Clara]

I liked:

'for too many have walked there
leaving foot prints on the heart
and hand prints on the memory
in the wee hours of the morning
when the mind cannot be still'd'

Lovely.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Lola for reading. xo

[Glen Yumang Manese]

The mirror is designed to reflect the person... not just the cosmetic value people associate it to be... at times in the quiet still of night... do we in essence not slow down... but speed up in a surge of thoughts... the day is gone and all the events have had time to process in the mind... and surely this is what happens as an end result... these words come to you in black and white...

[shallimarRose]

Thanks Glen for reading. xo