Finding Myself
Original poetry. Please do not copy or use without written consent from blog owner.
Where do you go when the music has played?
What do you do when the magic fades?
When you've danced the last dance at the grandest ball,
Where do you land when there's no place left to fall?
Do you tighten your grip, or just let it go?
Do you burn the mask and just let the tears flow?
Do you strip it away casting off all the old,
Left only with the feelings hidden deep in your soul?
How do you get through the hurt and the scars?
How do you become the person you really are?
Finding yourself in the midst of the pain,
Moving to your own beat and rhythm once again.
written August 2005
Where do you go when the music has played?
What do you do when the magic fades?
When you've danced the last dance at the grandest ball,
Where do you land when there's no place left to fall?
Do you tighten your grip, or just let it go?
Do you burn the mask and just let the tears flow?
Do you strip it away casting off all the old,
Left only with the feelings hidden deep in your soul?
How do you get through the hurt and the scars?
How do you become the person you really are?
Finding yourself in the midst of the pain,
Moving to your own beat and rhythm once again.
written August 2005
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