Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks March 2015: Identity | Page 14

Identity Conglomerate
Simon Benson
‘Just be yourself,’ she said,
As tears flowed down my cheek.
An internal monologue: conflict.
She meant well.
Years passed in seconds,
And she was still there in front of me.
I searched her smile,
While she looked at me, her reflection.
Unable to find what I was looking for.
I retreated into myself,
Searching my depths,
For unadulterated self.
One would think it to be dark,
But colours everywhere,
Assaulted my interior.
I wandered among the influences.
Technicolor references walking.
Overheard conversations screaming.
Coagulated scenes.
Someone else was here.
Sky full of faces,
All but my own.
My self a drunk impressionist,
In life’s perplexing mosaic.
Amid this chaos I was lost.
Lost to myself,
But realised this did not matter.
I felt calm.
I wondered whether this manual,
These instructions could be found
In such a wonderfully bizarre universe,

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