I used to feel so at home in your presence.
You burned the incense of hope in me and made me see myself through your eyes. I was so magically beautiful!
I loved and feared that charming creature that was me. Yet, I craved running and leaving behind the ugliness I was living in to move into the fairy realm you dreamed of. And this I did.
When I arrived and imagined I was one with that beauty you portrayed me in, I was another human.
I turned my ugliness into a perfect doll, I thought you glimpsed in me that day.
The journey burned to the ground the beauty once existed, that enchantress only you could unfold inside me.
And I lost myself somewhere on the way to nowhere.
Here, lives no longer anything from „that me” nor can I espy „that you” to help me remind myself of …
-Where am I?
– Who am I?
Mihaela Stancu wrote this poem. It holds all rights reserved.
(© Mihaela Stancu, published April 2020)
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