going

early yet . . . still growing

I’m going to step out

of these shoes today.

Wander off

somewhere

solitary and alone.

I don’t need to be needed

this time.

Not tempted to fix anybody

not even myself.

It’s time to re-acquaint

myself with that old stranger,

me.

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

this is great I am feeling that way lately...
I wander through the eyes of others
I find myself by looking into others
and maybe it is time for me to find me
beautiful truly
thank you for sharing

[Emily B]

it is time :)

[Jeff Loquist]

i bet that stranger is well worth the find

[Desert Dreamer]

I hope you find yourself in your solitary wandering...this poem reminds me so much of my wanderings out into my garden and into the desert...I go out searching for something unknown and I often am surprised to see a part of myself mirrored out in nature.

[alan peter kelly]

yes...quite often...who we are can be tainted or diminished by our interactions with others....i am a solitary creature...know me to a tee...there were times when masks were applied to hide any prospective self awakenings...many clocks have grown old and died of natural causes through their circumnavigations...your poetry confers blessings upon my mind...a light of constancy...which is exactly what it requires...

[paul]

this poem flows like flow. like water.
and the stranger , me. nice.
an inspirational idea.

[paul]

wow. wonderful flow. like a smooth slow gentle waterfall

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. 'fragile : handle with care' ... have you heard "gran torino" yet? ... let the memories stay ... some scars are defining ...

[Gandré]

yes, yes, that's how your dear will get you back - refreshed, nicely said, Emily. what about a round of sleep? Not tempted to fix anybody ------ I liked that. the mother feeling we inherited is there for everyone.

[Robin]

its in the going we come along ....

[Jonhoi Vaughn]

Nuff said. You know I love your work.