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Poetry Comes From Deep Within You… Can You Relate?

This is a poem I wrote in 2019.

Poetry is a personal interpretation of one’s life experience and buried emotion.

This poem just bubbled up one day and fell onto the page. It’s obviously a part of me… one I sometimes choose to ignore or neglect. For me it was a reminder to pay attention more to my inner voice and calm it when necessary.

uninvited guest

the reflection doesn’t lie as 
I fluff my hair. flip. spin to see 
the ten I knew was there
I look damn fine. all in place 
together. feeling Confident.
Strong. Ready. to face anything. 
I got this. the world is mine 
amongst the masses is perfection
its not me but i fake fortitude
I exist within my bubble 
of all knowing feigned oblivion
until i'm shrouded in the toxicity 
of weighty stagnant reacquaintance.
i smell her first. 
sour. sweaty. needy. probably
more than a little bit drunk. 
then i see her. nails bit to the quick. 
smudged mascara. 
unshaven pits. dollar store lipstick
greasy and cheap just like her
she wasn't invited on this date.
how'd she get in? 
i swear i locked her away. grappled like 
a bitch to secure the feeble latches.
but here she is
in all her glittery fucking splendor
waiting patiently in the wings
for my attention. waving. 
anxious for the nod. for permission
to come along. i purposely turn away
she's an intruder. unwelcome. 
i want her gone but she clings.
her caustic razor sharp claws dig in
and find their hold. i cringe. deflate.
her name is insecurity 
and she wants to tag along like 
a bothersome little sister
who regurges lies or is it truths?
fills voids with doubts. hesitancy.
she nags, yanks, and clutches at me
until there's no fight left. i cave in
i let her come. she's elated. the incessant 
relentless loop of chitter chatter begins. 
i don't belong. my hair is flat. a ten-
hell maybe a four, on a good day
whispered postulations abound
i’m too fat, this dress is hideous
no one likes me. such a loser. hideous.
can't do anything right. i'm so stupid. 
sometimes i dont know why i bother?
tomorrow. ill look at tomorrow

by faye e arcand


Readers, does this poem resonate with you at all? Does it evoke memories? Emotion? Please let me know in the comments below. Thank you. 

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6 thoughts on “Poetry Comes From Deep Within You… Can You Relate?”

  1. Wow, Faye. The she…her in this poem is dangerously down on herself.
    Parts of this resonates with myself so I can identify. I have sometimes wondered if I belong in a certain place or situation.

    1. Hi Heather. Thanks for reading. Yes. That she/her is a common person who unfortunately is fraught with insecurity. More common than we recognize. Sad. It’s within all of us.

  2. I can fully relate to this poem-the nagging insecure voice running dialogue counter to whatever confidence I manage to muster in a given moment. My favorite line is “who regurges lies or is it truths?” This speaks to that belief that maybe that voice is right, even though you know deep down it’s not.

    1. Welcome Bridgette. Thank you for reading my poem. It really is a powerful thing, our brain… yes we do tell ourselves lies and accept them as truths and vice versa. I’m glad it resonated but hope you don’t buy into it too much…being aware is so important. Thanks for stopping by and commenting. It is really appreciated. xo

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