The me in I
I sometimes don't like...
She admits too
freely... too easily
How lost we are
without you.
She pulls the
carpet from under
In her disclosure;
her insecurity.
Hush! I console her.
She sulks.
Embarrassment;
Fidgety hands...
She shows herself.
For long
had I thought
I was strong, without you.
Till the me inside,
Persona non grata
From the other strata
re-entered, unfettered!
Usha, 31 March, 07
Sunday 27 January 2008
Persona non grata
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For long
ReplyDeletehad I thought
I was strong, without you.
hmmm i could connect to that feeling where who hate your self for being or atleast seem to be weak
good one :)