Poem -
Nobody Knows Me, Not Even Me
I have this great gift you see.
I help others like me to be free.
I tear down their walls that theyÂ
collected over the years.
What I didn't know was,
those walls did not disappear.
Those walls became mine.
What a thick wall it became
in such a short time.
Someday, someone will come by,
like me. Will they be strong enough
to help set me free?
Until then, I'll continue, (just Me)
Nobody Knows Me
Not Even Me
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I wrote this poem on a sunny day in B.C. on March 7, 2005.
I was struggling to find myself as a person.
Since this poem I have had to say goodbye to several family members. The most recent one was saying goodbye to my son as I held him in my arms while his heart beat one last time. A few months prior to his death I read this poem to him and I promised that some day I would have it published. That someday has come and I am keeping my promise to my son who pasted away October 31, 2018.
Somebody does know me...and his name is GOD and those walls are being torn down.
It took me losing my son to realize this.
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Great poem Im terribly sorry for your lossÂ
This is powerful, we all been there . This makes me grateful, powerful evoking of emotions. Great writeÂ
great poem welcome to comso
Beautiful write Sandra. Thanks for sharing. warm regards.
Profound... I love the sequence of your words, how you tell an entire story within a verse?
Welcome to Cosmofunnel ?
I canât wait to read more ?â€ïž
You are looking fantastic Sandra.....an award winner for sure!
Fond friendship memories!