Poem - Look at Me

I thought I ought to just get these out there without making much of a fuss. If you're interested in it, feel free to read, but again, it's a non-Christian poem, written to describe that feeling of empitness (I have a fair amount of poems on similar topics to this but didn't really want to share them as they're not my Christian, prayer-type poems, but they still show my journey so maybe they're relevent, I don't know).

Look at Me

 When you look at me

Look into my eyes

Past the mask I wear in public

And really see me

Tell me, what is it that you see?

Is it the little girl, trapped inside

The body of a young woman?

Longing to get out so that she can

Experience all the things she missed out on

All those years ago.

Or do you see what I want you to see;

A strong, independent woman

Who never falters, never struggles.

Who cries only in the most extreme of circumstances.

The truth is, even I am unsure

Of which is the real me.

Some days I feel like the fragile little china doll,

Where even the smallest of provocations

Will shatter me into a thousand pieces

That can never be put back together.

A real life Humpty Dumpty.

Only very occasionally do I return

To the grown up world where the mask

Is glued firmly on and my emotions

Are locked up in the safe that is my heart.

Have you ever wondered, half-heartedly,

Why I enjoy walking in the rain?

Why I spend such a long time in the shower?

Nobody sees the tears when it’s raining.

Nobody hears the body-heaving sobs

Over the sound of the dripping water.

Copyright - Lisa Davies, July 21st, 2010.

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