A Poem by Remi Friedman She sits She Stares She Looks at everyone, everything, anything, She can’t help but be like everything She is self-contained, self-restrained, self-conscious She is wary She wants to let go, of her inhibitions, limitations, expectations She wants She needs She fills the room, a girl among many She whispers, why now, why me She sees nothing in herself that she doesn’t see in others She is a part of a cohesive whole She looks about She wonders She realizes She’s an artist, a realist, a pessimist, an intellectual, a relationship seeker, a sensitive soul She is, she can, she will be anything, She is shaped by everything, but ruled by nothing She is, herself She is, herself She, like so many, walk the earth She, like so many, live a privileged life She could have lived a different life She could have been anything- a weeping willow, a souring snowflake, a daring dog, a confident cat, but She wasn’t She is a person, a woman, an impressionable being She lives a life of twists and turns, bends and hurdles, She’s had her hopes crushed, spirit lifted, dreams re-awakened She feels, needs, yearns, She is important She is unique She is herself.
Self Sacrifice
