Starting Over.

I love to write. Feel out of the inspiration. Trying to get the live and motivation back. Used songs to influence this one.

Looking into the eyes reflecting back,

realizing I don't know this me,

feeling so borrowed and empty.

Been riding this one way track,

is this who I am striving to be?

Still dying to feel like I am plenty.

Everything feels taken,

I don't even know who I am.

A.M.A.

Comments

Lorna Lamon on October 15, 2019:

There is a sense of sadness in this expressive poem. I find it is very motivational to write these feelings down and then explore them.