046 Stranger

Shari Perkins
Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read

The more I write
The less I know myself
As though a stranger
Has slipped into my skin,
Wriggled her fingers,
And tried my pen on for size.
And all the thoughts I thought of as mine
Have stepped aside and left
An open space for some Other's.

I thought I knew myself
I thought my thoughts and dreams
Could all fit into one neat little package
I thought the world was unknown
But I was terra cognita
Instead what is inside of me
Is the most strange
The most unknown
The most unexplored region
In my life.

Photo by Marco Bianchetti on Unsplash.

Shari Perkins

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Shari Perkins is a writer, editor, and cat whisperer. She is posting a poem every day for a year.

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