Are you authentic?
Does your own soul recognize you?
Have things become so muddy that you reflection is obscured to your own eyes?
For sleep will not be easy or confronting
While you pretend to be at peace for every dip, crater or swivel in your life
How are you authentic?
How can I trust what I see?
sorry… I’m not.. you will just have to wing it
Wing it??? Okay 😆
Being authentic is one of my daily struggles.
A deep, thoughtful poem, Fia!
Thank you M.E
We are all authentic. Even if we hide behind masks of obscurity. I guess human beings have to navigate the weird system they find themselves in.
Very thought provoking work.
Regards James
Thank you James, your right even if we hide it’s authentic.
Never have I seen a statement truer than this.
Well done, James.
I think in this day and age it’s difficult as ever to trust what we see. AI has made our eyes and mind question most everything.
We have to trust our hearts. They always know what’s right and wrong. That’s why they break.
Solid poem, Fia.
You are right Adira. It is difficult to trust what we see, especially with AI. Thank you ;))
My pleasure
Powerfully penned, Fia. Like this a lot my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, 😊 Damian
Superb work.
Thank you, Thomas;))
I’ve always tried to be my authentic self but you really made me think on this one. Guess we all have parts we don’t speak of. Maybe it matters that we realize and work on them even if they stay behind closed doors?
I appreciate you commenting. I made you think on this. Excellent. I like when something i write makes people pause a moment