People Call me Iris

You always make me want to grab tissues. Especially after beautiful writings like this one.

When I read this poem I thought why don't I have the nomination bottom!!! I really wanted to comment then but I couldn't.

Anyone can tell that the depth of this poem is remarkable. Which left me thinking what did you have in mind while you writing it? What made you write it? And how were you feeling?

From the opening to the ending of this poem, I felt that this is indeed someone who have seen so much in life, and have lived long (I'm not saying that you're old ;p). It wise in a deep way :)

This poem is so deep that I started connecting it to many things, one of them is nature!! I know that this may sound weird, but think about it. How was life before? When there was nothing that pollutes the earth? I felt like nature was speaking within your lines. As if she's saying look at what you've done with me, look how I am disappearing.

" I look out of speckled windows,
tainted with memories that haunt
a vision less eye."
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As if she's saying here I lived for so long, I'm dirty now and I'm vanishing behind that dirt. Nothing much is left of me. The memories of you destroying me is now haunting my existence.

I know this may look crazy but these are just my thoughts :)
Amazing poem as always!!

Oh my word, Andrea... I keep re-reading this whole poem but especially these closing lines, the way they stick with me:

"I breathe in beauty, but I exhale darkness
and nothing changes when you are labeled
a flower living without water...."

This poem is so heartfelt and I love the depth of it, it reminds me how we give so much yet who and what pours into us? We are a light, a positive outlook to others, but we need to find what keeps us going too.

<3