Time moves like grey clouds on an overcast day.
Shading,
shifting,
shadowing.
My future, hazy, rolls on the horizon.
My perch, compromised;
my insecurities, exposed.
I used to think you completed me.
I bought into the fallacy;
partook of the trickery-
My cup runs over, but still, I’m empty.
Incomplete.
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Inspiration: Though written in first person, the poem is not autobiographical this time. For some reason the phrase, “you complete me” came to mind today. I’m not so sure someone else can complete us. I think we have to be whole and comfortable in our “self” before we can commit to love. However, I’m not a total pessimist- I do believe we can find someone who compliments us by bringing out our better qualities.
In this poem, the broken person realizes that no matter how much the other person gives, it’s not enough. Looking back on the relationship, with the perspective of the time invested, he/she sees an uncertain future. The person has grown to be cynical from the realization they were duped by the idea someone else could make them whole. “My cup runs over, but still, I’m empty” – this acknowledges that although life has bestowed numerous blessings, the person still feels hollow inside.
Of course, if you saw something entirely different in these words, you’re right, too!
Thanks for reading and contemplating my words. Have a wonderful rest of the week 🙂
JannaTWrites 