remnants of identity

trapped within a name
remnants of identity
like a veil, torn but
precariously screening me
like the partition
between two lands

like two eyes that synchronize
but can never meet past
the delicate bridge of the nose
a delicious longing
a secret passage..
the third eye

***

from where this poem started off
to where it ended up is a mystery to me
:)

2 thoughts on “remnants of identity

  1. “from where this poem started off
    to where it ended up is a mystery to me”

    That’s what happens when you let the pen take over!

    Your name is just a given means of addressing you, it’s not who you are, not representing anything except a very narrow identity, like you’ve so beautifully put. It’s only when you open that mystical, mystical third eye that you can see beyond names and faces.

  2. Sonya,

    Thank you for sharing this poem with us. I like the subtlety of it, and the implication that our name should be very carefully chosen, since we will become it.

    All good wishes,

    robert

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