I'm not her

(Image: Lost Identity by Tudor Chira)



Had I lost who I was?
For where I lived now had changed from where I lived before
Had I really lost myself somewhere?
Among the tall grey walls and the old gargoyles
Was there ever a part of me that lived?
Or had I left myself somewhere in the sand away from the grass
And away from the top of this hill, somewhere beneath a sand dune
Perhaps I never came here that far
The girl who made it, wasn’t me—not me at all
She had locked herself in her room back home
And I—I was just someone who couldn’t find the key to the door
But the door? The truth is there wasn’t any to that room…

November 5, ‘06
12:20am