The following is a poem I wrote about an individual who loses herself, doesn’t know what her values are anymore, and only has surface level romantic encounters in order to avoid getting hurt. Throughout this time period, her relationships with those around her and the strength she once found in spirituality deteriorates.
I am lost,
seeking comfort in an Almighty I don’t believe in.
This only makes me question myself more.
Who am I?
An enchantress dripping in gold
trapping lovers with that look in her eye.
My prayers go to those who believe
they can extract the sweet nectar of my love.
Little do they know,
the light in my soul had gone out long before
they entered my world.
Tell me that I take your breath away.
Tell me that my mind is an intricate maze
you long to get lost in.
Tell me that you want to make love to me
between satin sheets
on a rainy afternoon.
I’d rather open my legs for you
than open my heart.
Underneath this façade I have created
hides a girl I used to know
She is the spice of the Indian food
your mother used to make, the first leaf
to fall in autumn.
I battle with her until I have broken her completely,
leaving nothing but echoes and glimpses
of what was.
I try and rescue her before it’s too late,
but my habits prevent me from returning
to simpler times.
She is the epitome of warmth, beauty, and eternal love-
but she is weak.
God, bring her back to me-
I lost You when I lost myself.
Help me pick up the shattered glass fragments
of my soul.
Sometimes, weakness is the only way
to stay human.
Save me from myself.
Who am I?
I am my worst enemy;
I am your greatest desire.