Morning Questions

When did I become this stranger?

What strange land has replaced my home?

And who is this woman offering her cheek

not her mouth for a kiss?

Who took down the mirrors? Removed the view?

Who chose this terrible colour? And who stuck

that picture in my passport that makes

people look at me so?

Who shouts “Qui Vive?” I know

coppers get younger but when did they

get so threatening?

Why must I move on? Where to?

Whose clothes are these? Am I

really that size? Or have I growed

like Topsy, in the night?

Is it night again soon?

Have I slept? I can’t remember.

Am I meant to be this wretched?

Is this how I usually feel?

Is this who I really am?

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  • jackiedick  On June 5, 2011 at 7:31 pm

    Talk about identity crisis! Well, this can happen. Looking in the mirror one morning and asking yourself, who is this person…what have I become..Some ask every day…several times a day…Who or what, besides ourselves, pushes us to become what we are, will be?

  • Agatha-luise  On April 13, 2013 at 5:07 am

    It is better to ask who you are everyday and rediscover the answers, than just give up on asking questions and not live at all. 🙂

    I have to admit that changes can be haunting especially when you don’t know the events in your life that served as a catalyst in how you got there.

    This is turning to be one of my favorites because of the honesty the poem evokes.

  • Pleasant Street  On May 29, 2018 at 8:03 pm

    yes, completely honest and transparent

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