[437] Reflection of an Abyss

An ideal image of a person ⁣⁣
is made up of dreams⁣⁣
and the chasing of it
Dreams of fulfilling ⁣⁣
needs and wants ⁣⁣
and a hope that ⁣⁣you
remember the dream⁣⁣
⁣⁣
𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘥⁣⁣
All that is dreamless⁣⁣
is not ample for my soul⁣⁣
It is simply fatal⁣⁣
What is my need but ⁣⁣
a collection of dreams⁣⁣
real until I wake up and⁣⁣
superficial till I’m sleeping⁣⁣
⁣⁣
𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘵⁣⁣
All I want is to wake up ⁣⁣
to my own frequency ⁣⁣
that comes and goes⁣⁣
with a time that flows⁣⁣
all for an audience ⁣⁣
with an ‘I’ that is not me⁣⁣
but you, me and everyone ⁣⁣
⁣⁣
𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 ⁣⁣
If I carefully consider⁣⁣
my form is shapeless ⁣⁣
It holds thoughts so abstract⁣⁣
that it doesn’t make sense ⁣⁣
to gain fame or acceptance ⁣⁣
All I hope for is a little understanding ⁣⁣
and a little bit of patience⁣⁣
⁣⁣
𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 ⁣⁣
But⁣⁣ I
lose memories ⁣⁣
change faces⁣⁣
gain confidence⁣⁣
face changes ⁣⁣
fly down⁣⁣
crawl up⁣⁣
find myself⁣⁣
feeling different ⁣⁣
feeling familiar ⁣⁣
familiar faces⁣⁣
lost dreams ⁣⁣
I am imageless

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Write a poem based on the title of one of the chpaters from Susan G. Wooldridge’s Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words. The book’s  table of contents can be viewed using Amazon’s “Look inside” feature. 

I chose the 22nd Chapter titled ‘What is my image?’ and gave it an abstract twist in the hopes you would like to read something different!