Layers fall away

like paint from a mask.

What does this mean?

One day she'll ask.

Why am I here?

What is my purpose on earth?

Just simple questions.

Answers she needed from birth.

One day soon she'll know.

But when is that date?

Will the answers come soon?

Or will they come way too late?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

just somethings that run through my mind....

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Roz Turner's picture

Hi Renee Wow... I really liked this one.. very good! Some thoughts to ponder over! Roz:)

Tim / manatee Marshall's picture

I read it before but didn't teak it but after your last poem stuff wont run thru your head,and bother anymore! L&P

Michelle Noel's picture this a new one??? So sorry I missed it before. I love the theme is soooooo me. Friends say I question and analyze everything to death...haha...someone has to right????

Rachelle Wiegand's picture

I liked this poem, Renee' I always pick the ones that haven't been critiqued. I like to be the first on the scene :)