The Process of Knowing
When I look in the mirror I see nobody there
No matter how long I sit back and stare
I realize I must reinvent me again
So now I go back to my paper and pen
Looking back on last week I think I felt strong
But I quickly erase that, I know it is wrong
And when I was three I would talk quite a bit
But when I turned ten I’d be quiet and sit
Dresses can catch my attention with ease
Ones that would fall just below my knees
I could go to a party, wait no, that’s not right
I don’t think I like to go out in the night
I sit at my desk and carve myself out
But every piece found fills my heart with some doubt
I think that I know me
But do I really?
Lexie is a first time writer who enjoys deep thoughts and cool stories to share.
I love the way that the writer, although tentative about much else in their life, feels confident that they can reinvent them-self through writing. And I like the way the strong rhythm carries me along until it falters at the end, as the writer pauses in self-doubt.
The more assured statements are followed by doubt and retraction, which rings so true of shyness and introspection.
These lines –
“ Looking back on last week I think I felt strong
But I quickly erase that, I know it is wrong”
are very intriguing, and leave lots of room for my imagination.
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