Deana,

This tone is so unlike you!

You, the instrument of your own pain
Walk into the midst of a violent storm
In garments already tattered and torn
Now you stand questioning and forlorn

^^^
This stanza was most powerful imo..

It does feel goood to be able to write about feelings like these, doesn't it?

Excellent work:)

*hugs*

5/5 Ingrid

When I read this for the club challenge, I did not know you wrote it. You think after admiring someones words for so long that you could recognize something they wrote. Ha!

I love the word choice and flow. A very thought provoking piece. Excellent job!

Interesting use of rhyme....I take this as a poem of self reflection?.....
Very enjoyable read...

I like how you unfurl the story in this poem.The 1st stanza just draws me into the poem. I don't know whether my interpretation of this poem is correct, but i figure this is a poem about self reflection? At certain point of time we would look ourself in the mirror and see the secret identity of ourself that is hidden from the public view. I like this interesting poem of yours and also how you work with the abbb rhyme scheme.

Excellent Job

Beautiful. Utterly beautiful. xx

All I can say after reading this poem is this - If when I die I have to come back as something I want to come back as one of the pens you write your poems with...