Meeting Oneself

Hello Poetry Lovers

Now, hands up who has always wanted to find yourselves. Yes, I thought so, nearly every poet!

And how about actually meeting oneself?! How would it go? Would it be the highest point of your life so far?! Or a real bore and let-down?! Suppose you had nothing in common and they bored you rigid?! And they never left?! Nightmare!!

Anyway, I’ve penned a piece that hopefully sums up how we feel. Do read on

Meeting Myself

How I would love to meet myself

But I don’t know the first place to look

I could be hiding on a dusty shelf

Or pressed up in a yellowed book?

Am I hiding in an old spice jar?

Watching me cook the family meal?

This self-searching is very bizarre.

But the need to find me is real

 I’d swoon if I met myself, I’m sure

And would there be an awkward silence?

Will I show myself to the front door?

Before it ends with blows and violence.

HM 2024

Thanks for reading, PL’s. I hope this captures our fears and needs. You might get on with yourself more though, you never know!

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