What is it like,
to live inside your heart,
with one way walls,
so you see out
but I can’t see in?
I’ve visited once or twice,
but I never saw
anything of you,
you were all packed away.
One day I will surprise you,
with your self all scattered round,
and find out who you really are.
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I wrote this poem about 34 years ago, at the grand old age of 17. I still like it today.
Ceenoa 
Yes- that’s so 17 year old- in a good way!
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It’s lovely and 17 is such an emotional age. I think.
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It is a bit hard to remember waaaaaay back then Osyth, but yes, I was VERY emotional.
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There is a lot of fresh wisdom in those early years. I like this poem.
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Thanks Janice. Sometimes my thoughts stand the test of time. 🙂
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I like it too.
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Very kind of you to say so, thanks.
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I enjoyed this as well. And now I finally understand why I had that eerie sensation I was being followed when I was 18… 😉
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…. they seek her here, they seek her there, that damned elusive ……oh, bugger, can’t think of a rhyming word …. stalkerer!
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I wish I could find my writings as a teenager but have no idea where they are. Perhaps one day I will discover them in my mother’s attic. I like the puzzling aspect of your 17 year old mind. 🙂
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Hi Marje, I’m a bit of a keeper of some things. My words being one of them 🙂 I am quite surprised at some of the things I wrote back then. Hope you find your teenage words. Thanks for the compliment.
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Thank you Claudette I do hope so. 🙂
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