Still Just Me

Written for:  Friday Writings #45:  War and Peace

"Share your musings on war and/or peace, whether
 literal or symbolic."

Always fought with Mom
from a child
to adult.
So many impulsive moves
to lose who I was,

become someone else.
each return,
I was me.
Try to find still place inside
me to slow my heart.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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18 Responses to Still Just Me

  1. Sadje says:

    An essential struggle Sara


  2. Your poem could be talking about my relationship with Mama. It took a cat to help us find an almost peace with each other.


  3. Mothers and daughters! I’m another such daughter.


  4. Helen says:

    I believe finding that still place is one of the best gifts we can give ourselves. Your poem is a wonderful reminder.


  5. dsnake1 says:

    I like the format of the poem. Like a sigh.
    It is not easy to find the peace, but we must.


  6. I remember these battles *cough*.


  7. I’m sure I was fun to raise. And of course Mother, who was more disabled than she realized during my school years, was fun to care for / be cared for by, too. The weird part is that underneath the driving-each-other-bonkers there was love. We were friends after I grew up.


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