Sunday, June 21, 2009

The Not Me

They are strong and I am weak
They are bold, and I am meek-
Try to scream, but cannot speak.

I've tried hiding, I've tried pretense,
I've tried crying, I've tried good sense,
Still, cannot mount any defense.

Now at long last clear--
I am no longer here.

Ruth Powers, copyright 2009


  1. Thank you, Shannon.

    That's exactly what I needed to hear right now.

  2. A picture is worth a thousand words! How radiant you look after shedding another layer of our 'ME' skin! Great Poem!
    Shine On Sistah!

  3. Thanks Chrysanthe.

    I'm notoriously camera shy, and the camera is not usually my friend, so anytime someone takes a half-way decent picture of me, I use it.

    As for the poem--glad you enjoyed it. Your interpretation of shedding my "ME" skin is an interesting one. That's what's cool about poetry--different people bring different experiences to bear on the meaning.

    I actually wrote it in a spirit of despair. It was after something just "took me over", and I felt and, to a lesser extent, acted like a crazy person. Not myself at all.

  4. Hi Ruth!

    I've been reading your poems! Thank you!! They are not exactly haiku, sort of a Ru-ku :-)

  5. Thanks Dr. J.

    Always good to hear from you!

  6. This one made me sad, which good poetry can do. But catching that great picture of you cheered me right up!

  7. Thanks Crabby!

    Writing poetry is a good way for me to get in touch with and feel my emotions fully, whatever they are, and then let go and move on.