Who is my enemy?
I ask myself;
If I called someone else,
it’s an error in judgement.
With deeper introspection,
it’s a hard truth
that my biggest enemy
has always been me.
I need to fall
boldy in love again
reclaiming my authentic self
with no holds barred.
© 2018 Jacqueline
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Mirror, mirror on the wall: are you a split personality? What does your mirror say to you -not to others? Can you take a peek? Short and salient introspective article.
The book trailer journey: Congratulations to Pamela on the release of her second e-book. Is making a book trailer easy? Your guess or mine.
Chasing Dreams: Beautiful and evocative poem of chasing after the dream. Now let’s go and catch it 🙂
Understanding the mathematics of marriage: Have you done the arithmetic of your marriage? This is worth a read.
I remember: Now this is such a beautiful post that brought a teary shine to my eyes and a smile to my lips. Awesome read.
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I can see clearer now the fog is gone.
I can see a lot of silver linings newly borne.
They illuminate brighter than golden urns.
Blurred visions of scattered bones along my way,
Had distorted views to thing’s, I must say,
And had held me dismayed in their sway.
I saw the reflection of split personality,
Of inner difficulties and aspiring destiny,
Casting illusions on introspection of originality.
Many feet scattered in the rubble of times past,
Unbirthed, aborted, buried and dead at last.
I can see clearly now the ghosts are laid to rest.
Broken visions melded and better than the first.
Atop the ladder of scattered dreams and buried bones,
I glimpse the brighter vision reflected and renewed.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Writing 101 Poetry – Day 2, Reflections