Who I really am

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    I had spent so much of my times judging others because I thought that I had found the holy grail of life walking in my purity, and did not realize what it was doing to me as a person. I feel more confused now than when I had started. I feel like my life is falling a part and I have no clue where to begin on how to build it back up because it was never really fixed. I just hope that in some small way writing my pain will help me to heal.... because all of the wounds that I have ever known look open and are as raw as the day they were created... anyway here goes another nothing.

    Who I really am

    And in all of this time that God was speaking I was never really listening

    My mouth was moving and I heard things that I had apparently made up in

    My haste to hear…

    I had been judging others in ways that I would be damned had others judged of me

    In that way

    And now I am ashamed,

    For I am everything that I condemn the world of being

    A hypocrite,

    Who dances alone because she is intolerable

    And the truth is

    I never meant to be this way…

    But then again,

    How many of us do?

    And there I go again,

    Standing high on my dissonance, bringing the world into my sins so that I may feel less corrupt

    When all I really should be is alone

    It seems that when I stopped using my body as a trade

    I immortalized myself intangible

    And now, as I sit here, I see things for the first time in a totally different way…

    That because I shared my body freely, a lot of times senselessly, I felt that my self

    Esteem had to go the way of my heart

    But it was never about that

    I only perceived it to be

    It had everything to do with who I had told myself that I was

    Or wasn’t or should be…

    So I pray

    “God , dear father, I ask you, what is it that you really want of me? I have done everything that I know to do is right, and yet I always end up alone, and confused, and broken, and lost.  I thought that if I followed your words you would make it all clear to me. God what more must I do when I am trying to give you everything already, and still yet there is so many other things to do?  How do you want me to act, in what ways should I carry myself?  How should I speak, how am I treating others that may be displeasing to you?  God I am so sad because it seems that the more that I try to get it right the more I get it wrong.  I do not have any more fancy words, and pleading only seems to me to annoy you.  Praying yields me to a silent God, and waiting leaves me anxious and yet waiting still.  Father, please show me who I really am, and that whatever I need to change to be good please show me.  God I ask of you this only because I want to be good and righteous before the Lord your God. Please help me Father, it is in Jesus’s name I pray. Amen.”

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    DeepEclipse commented on Who I really am

    11-07-2013

    "God is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit" - Psalm 34:18 When you shed your pain, you do so powerfully. You hold nothing back. It is inspiring to see how honest with yourself you are. The flesh fights against the spirit so there is constant war. We love the lust, no we hate the lust, no we kinds sorta....no we don't....well..... (and the fight goes on) To be oneself is probably the most difficult thing to do. To find that center, that contentment. I like your usage of the word dissonance. There is no better word to describe the human spirit in my opinion. We are like a doppleganger of ourselves. This piece is powerfully expressed, as if the poet is catching her own tears and flinging them onto a speeding highway.

    blvdobd2009

    11/07/2013

    As I read your words I cry. I hurt in so many ways that it is hard to even speak on what ails me so. I wanted to let you know that I am grateful to you for your faithfulness in reading. And I really needed the scripture you posted. I wish that I could make the pain go away but I just feel wounded always. This is the only place where I feel that I can really lay some of what hurts me freely before the world. Thank you I am in your debt for your kindness towards me.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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