The Other “Me?”

Doors slammed in my face. People that I cared for defaced my trust. I was left in pieces. They moved on while I was on my knees, begging for mercy. Tears blinded my eyes. My soul nearly died. My heart fainted. My courage failed. The fire inside me darkened. I fell in the rabbit hole, a long drop that the hurt bones and joints.

I found myself in a wilderness. I looked up. A figure stood in front of me. Bewildered at the image, I froze. It was some other self. Me? That self stood tall & proud. I examined her. The word “Love, ” in golden letters, was engraved on the forehead.

She showed me her bare arms. The silver inscription on her right arm read, “Power” & on the other, “Discipline.” I breathed deeply. She stretched out a hand to me. I looked at her with hopeful eyes. But, when she leaned in, she killed me. We became one. We both lived and died. I dug out to a new horizon.

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11 thoughts on “The Other “Me?”

  1. Visually deep and stunning imagery.

    The other you become oneness and died together.
    Incredible story. Is this part of the speculative fiction book your working on?

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    1. Actually it is. Wow, you noticed. ☺ 🌹

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      1. I did notice. Fantastic work and I’m so proud of you. 🙂

        P.S Hope you get a chance to stop by my blog and read some of my short poems. I just posted a new one today. 🙂

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        1. I have indeed a couple. They are quite puzzling so far. Lol Amazing work though. You’re definitely at a different level,friend.

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          1. I’m glad you found my work puzzling and that’s what I thrive in challenging the reader to open up their sense of such poetry.

            I use to have friends who said my work is different and on a level they we’re scared that I was probably on some kind of drugs. I assured them I wasn’t and I’m sober and straight edge. And I had to drop those friends because they we’re on drugs themselves and they we’re closed minded. I can’t be around people like that. All positive.

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            1. Puzzling is a good thing, especially in writing. It also depends on the reader of course. And it never occurred to me, “he’s on something.” lol For sure, it’s different, and I like it. Personally, I don’t consider myself a poet. I don’t call myself that. But I give a try to help me as a writer because it helps to zoom in on mistakes and fix them.

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              1. From what I’ve been reading of your works. You are a poet and you speak greatly from your heart and soul. Keep doing what your doing best. Poetry is anything the artist can create and give hope to many.

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                1. Aw thank you. I never saw it in that way. I definitely consider you a poet though. 😊

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                  1. You are welcome, Ana. Bless you so much. 🙂

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