I am here, but not..
The voice that emerges from this throat is not mine
I am here, but still I am not
The thoughts that invade this mind are not mine
I am here, but not
The feelings that arise in this heart are not mine
I am here, but still I am not
This body that is alive is a facet of many dreams woven together by invisible threads
This body, it belongs to someone other than me, for I have no sense of feeling, emotion
It is only when I am in this body that I feel these worthless needs of the body...
to nurture it, to care for it, to feel pain, to feel joy.
I am here... minus the body, mind, heart I am here, my soul and I.
Remarks: Finalist in International Poetry Competition for this poem. Got published in book and CD
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