Who Am I?

There is no such love which I can find
Such a love will break my mind
I live alone and will fight the tears
No one will come for me except my fears
My chosen path is broken and lost
I exit the fire to endure the frost
Walking through the bitter cold
I see myself and I’ve grown so old
Not like I was before
Time’s caught up to settle the score
But as I face this emotional drought
I feel a surge of life cast off this doubt
Through the sands of time I walk
I ignore anomalies of the mind like this clock
I will find the pieces
That I left behind
Pieces I thought I didn’t need
But lost have made me blind
Back to the entrance of this place that I must leave
Back to the people I have made grieve
To retract this anger and rage I’ve spread
To tell you I didn’t mean those things I said
Not to go back and say I’m sorry sir or sorry ma’am
But simply go back to find out who I really am

Beautiful! What a lovely journey you have taken us on...honest, raw, and heartfelt, thankyou!

Nice poem.

Thank all you guys... especially you jess you seem to recognize it for what it was... i'll probably put more in if you guys are intrested?

If you feel comfortable sharing your poetry, many here would be honoured to read it, Chris.

Really i have a bunch that i've written. alot of them are not very good though.

Excellent....

To go back and be who you truly are, is a hard task to master, but once mastered, it is a wonderful thing...It is also very hard for others to accept your true being, but as long as you can, that is all that matters...Lovely write...

My Path

I walk through this land of despair
No life is to be found
I’ve gone so far just to drop on my knees
And scream without a sound
I raise my head to the sky
Watch the titanic clouds pass over the edge of the mountains
Feel the cold rain pour upon my face
Like some terrible, malignant sky fountains
As I clutch the soil between my bloody hands
I once again gather my will to carry on
I push the earth away from me, to my feet
And walk once more ‘till dawn
The distance is tremendous
I lose an ounce of hope with every stride
With so many obstacles to overcome
It’s an embarrassment to say I tried
So, I discover my motivation
My persistence to leave this land
And as I pass over these rocks that sit there
I realize with time they will turn to sand
Which leads my thinking
How long have these rocks been here
Were they once mountains
Or people like me broken by fear
So I concentrate
I must find the end
I must find the souls that I have hurt
And those souls I must mend

Chris this first that you have posted is amazing! but to think you have work that isn't very good just shows me that like the rest of us you are your own worst critic.
Be not afraid to delve deep into the unknown as the beauty that lies there will fill you heart and soul!
Thank you for sharing and looking forward to reading more!

Mirror poetry or I could call it Pond Poetry because it reflects and every ripple you/we've made really does effect/affect the whole pond. You do this very well.