Was that really me
fought for feminine rights,
eleven-years-old
persistent to the win?
And was that me
lied about her age
strapped on work clothes
bore responsibility?
And did you know her
that obstinate teen
who defied tradition
and chased an education?
Where did she go,
a faint memory now,
how life tamed her,
taught her subservience
to bury her light
in the shadow of men’s
dreams, that toil should be
selfless, and love for other.
Listen, and you will hear
her echo, faint but growing,
the sound of a mind burning,
the laughter of a soul on fire.
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge: Was that really me?, and Eugi’s Weekly prompt: laughter. Image from personal collection.)
I love this!
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Thanks so much. Appreciate you dropping by.
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My pleasure.
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Thanks for the follow, much appreciated! 🙂
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Welcome.
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Thanks for sharing!
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The last verse is fabulous way to end VJ 🙂
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Thanks Brian.
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
is this still me? …. by VJ Knutson
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The pingback hadn’t worked, VJ. I just saw it on your site, and have pasted the link. beautiful piece!
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Thanks for both, Reena!
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Absolutely love this. We give up parts of ourselves as we think we need to do for others, and then reclaim them, becoming ourselves again. And how wonderful that rediscovery is!
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It truly is! Thanks for that.
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Your poem captures so well the experience I’ve had (several times) of losing myself and then coming back to myself again. That last stanza is something I should carry with me to make sure I keep my essential “meness” alive.
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Thanks Liz. We do lose and find ourselves again.
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Powerful words VJ. Absolutely loved it ❤️
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Thank you so much!
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I often look back at old photos and wish that I still had some of that old spark back. It’s sad how life can wear us down.
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It is – never quite turns out the way we expected. Thanks for dropping and nice to meet you.
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Well, of course this is still you…here you are, striving and writing for all those followers . Way to go. Deep poem, but this made me smile. So many women have this experience, I think!
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I think you are right – universal. Thanks.
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Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.
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Powerful words, V.J. I was happy to read the hope shining in the last verse. ❤ That portrait of you is so wonderful. 🙂
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Thanks Olga. We need to hang on to the hope.
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We certainly do!
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Yes V.J. may your keep burning, but our fires become tame….xx
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Thanks Ivor. We can dream.
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I wholeheartedly agree with what Eugenia said! This is a stellar piece and I hear those echos also! You penned this so honestly, so raw, so beautiful for us all! Thank you! 😀 ❤
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Your words mean a lot to me Deborah. The prompt evoked the emotion, echoed the question in my own heart. At the end of it all, who are we really?
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We live through signs of the times. We endeavor when we were needed then as we do now. Each chapter in our lives has a purpose. This is a stellar piece, V.J.! Thank you for participating.
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Thanks Eugenia. Appreciate your thoughts, too.
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You’re most welcome, V.J.!
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We come full circle, less demands in youth, less demands in our later years, we ride again❤️ loved this.
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Thanks Heather. I like your take.
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You’re welcome.
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Marvelous poetically … and inspiring personally. That last stanza – wow – lately my young-girl echo has been quite audible.
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Do you think that it’s because time is running out – that passion, less muted by distractions, is demanding a voice?
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Likely the sense of time running out is a factor … for me, another factor is the increasing solitude w/o mandates and distractions … easier to hear that echo when daily noise hushes. Age has advantages!
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I agree. It does. Thanks Jazz.
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Where there’s smoke there’s usually fire. Great piece, loved it.
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Lol. Thanks.
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Pleasure!
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