Disappearing Me
Disappearing man, we made it
It starts with a dream,
A longing that you can’t shake,
An image of a place you’ll go
A freedom to which you’ll escape.
Maybe there’s no one in this dream,
Just a world where you can breathe,
No signal, no demands,
Expectations are only one-person deep.
Or maybe it’s a whirlwind,
A spectacular love affair,
Whisked away and off your feet,
In ways that dreams had never dared.
But responsibilities sit on your shoulders,
Ones not easy to shake,
Too many people would notice if you go,
And there’s nowhere to escape.
In the end it isn’t you who vanishes,
A traveler riding the wind,
It’s the dreams of everything your soul calls for
That never find fruition.
And as those longings fade away,
The thing that truly disappears
Is not you from responsibility,
But yourself in every mirror.
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Samantha Smith
I am an aspiring author, who also has too much to say about random books and movies.
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This was so poignant and profound. Loved your poem!