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I fail, picking just one word
to describe me.
Maybe I could do it in 5: like,
“Stupid stupid stupid stupid
stupid.”
That feels about right.
And when that's not enough,
Or just not true,
I'm usually well past words: they're
all for discontentments, really –
Brands on a weight I've shed.
I win, losing just one word
to describe me.
“What was it?” “Oh, nothing worth
sharing.”
Like a smell in the air I breathe –
Everywhere, yet mine.
As a person who cannot describe herself in a mere sentence for the life of me, this poem really hit home. I feel like sometimes the hardest person to get to know is at times yourself, for we are made up of everyone else's perspective of ourselves (did that make any sense? I'm not really sure). I find myself guilty of sometimes believing exactly what people assume I am, thus never really achieving my own identity. Though we are all so much more than a few adjectives to describe ourselves, we get branded into a cookie cutter identity that we end up evoking without even trying. I feel like your message was to show that actions speak louder than words, for our choices we make in life define us, not a few words on a piece of paper or overheard from someone else. I never realized it that much until now, so thank you for this!
ReplyDeleteWesley
Don't make excuses for yourself, W.S. -- the reason you don't know yourself is not because other people are getting in the way (even if we WANT to, we can't ever really see another person's perspective), but because you haven't finished exploring yet.
DeleteThe only difference between inner and outer space is that, inside, you don't need a rocket ship to go deep. So dive in, W.S., figure it out. That's what young-adulthood is for, more than anything else.