I am an enigma, a mystery with complex pieces to a puzzle that never fits, I try to find myself and seek out the real woman that dwells in my soul but hesitance still persists. Shadows and silhouettes always cast beside me to embark upon the woman I once was becoming, raw emotions of pain, hurt, confusion, frustration, and anger indulge my shattered, yet fragile, human heart, I ask myself at times “Could it be that I’m nothing more than a fine piece of art?”, or “Could it be that the beauty I possess can only be seen by the naked eye and the humble?”.
To look past my flaws is like looking through a mirror to see the reflections of what once then was and was once then what, perplexing images with disillusions of a soul not merely set free, I’m my own prisoner and at times can be my worst enemy. Keeping upbeat to the nature of knowing ones self to the core will never be embellished overnight, I try to seek while peeping with a birds eye view on how I’m pursued that way I never cross the line in my mind on how to intrude…Breaking down what I thought was being rude, portraying my life as a minstrel show for many years I’ve been the fool, placing myself last at the end of the race, when I was too blind to see I’ve always been the winner of first place. I’m an enigma, wrapped up in a puzzle with pieces that don’t fit, this is who I am….so if I accept it, maybe the missing pieces will FIT!By: Melanie Whitaker©2007
In life we have many mysteries, but the most ones are the ones we have about who “we” really are in a whole and how we’re viewed by society!