Uncertainty blanket

To not know yourself
is among the worst feelings in the world.
To feel that you aren’t welcome within yourself
and don’t have a home
inside your own body.

Every now and then I see glimpses
- glimpses of the self I recognise a little
and suddenly I feel at home
but not for long
before the uncertainty blanket falls slowly back on top of me again.
Why can’t she stay for long?
Please come back soon.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

As a message, I relate to this so strongly! At age 63, I am finally comfortable in my skin & in my life. It's hard not to be filled with regret over not having gotten to this place sooner. I feel that same unspoken sense of being frantic (in your poem) that such self-acceptance can't be depended on, at least not yet. As a technical piece of writing, this feels a little like it's being blurted out. This adds to the sense of uncertainty you want to get across, but it doesn't feel very poetic. I don't think poems need to be poetic, I'm just giving feedback (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Laura Kate]

Thank you for such a lovely review. I'm not sure how I missed this one at the time! Best wishes, Laura.

[Chris Shaw]

This poem speaks to me about lack of confidence and self doubt. Many suffer from it. At least you see glimpses of what is good. Hang on to that, don't let go of that string. It will take you places.

Chris

[Laura Kate]

Thank you Chris :)

[Laura Kate]

Holding on to the string ...