Composure lost

To myself

She lost it
It ran away
The day she
Decided to muck
Up and play
She lost her true self
Her old world soul
She became like a
Barbie doll
She tried to conform
Be like all norm
Only trouble was
She lost the race
She had no grace
She longed to be herself again
It's. Coming back
With slow lone ease
She never meant to tease
She looked up through her tear
To think of all wasted yesteryear
To her tree alone she looked
And saw her answer up so high
She brushed her hair from sweaty thin form brow
And went home to her salad of
Cold tuna now

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Thanks to all the reviews
Every one of you x

[Carol Cashes]

Aspirations of status, beauty, and fame and the subsequent failure can certainly send one running to tuna fish. Personally, when I slink away in defeat, I run to Double Stuffed Oreos, but hey! Who knows? If I ever get serious about my waistline, I'll be shoveling tuna and crackers, too.

I do not want to make light of this piece - this is a cautionary tale and a well told one. If reaching for the stars means leaving behind the very essence of yourself, they're not your stars.

[emmajoy]

Your brief phrases trickle down the screen.. tears, frustration, whatever.. either intended or not.. really hits home your fragility.

'She brushed her hair from sweaty thin form brow' - that one phrase sums up a strongly female wiping away of 'what the hell!'

It's more than likely that most people suffer as you write in this sad, lonely piece of writing. Mistakes are made, guilt follows - either self-inflicted or enforced, emotions screw the mind, even more emotions break the heart. Tuna salad perhaps, maybe honeyed toast or chocolate icecream can reclaim a touch of composure if nothing else intrudes. (Julie) .

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

thanks emmajoy
that means so much to me

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

thanks to all for reviews
that means a lot to me

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

This is a painful journey back to self, after taking a harsh detour in life. So relatable, heart-felt and excellently written. Great style and rhyme. I felt this in my heart. We make decisions, regret them, and if we are strong, we 'pick up our big-girl panties' and start over. You have captured this so well in your amazing poem Julie. Well-penned!

[Paul Bell]

Sometimes you've got to kick out and fly.
If it fails. You go back to the norm.
If you've hurt someone in the transition stage.
You just feign madness.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Thanks so much Phil
It's a. very personal poem

[Phill Oz O'fee]

The journey back is harder than the route we took to move away: your poetic self-examination tells the story of mistakes we thought were not (at the time); but on reflection, discover truths we had refused to accept. Wonderful share of emotional resolution and confronting new challenges! :-)

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Actually all of me finding me again taken six years