was trying to remember
who i am
trying to pick up the pieces
that made me
looked back at who i was
only found a quilted personality
a cobbled self built by stories told
to a me i should’ve been
truth can’t set you free
when ignorance is blisswas trying to remember
who i am
when who i was
is a lie
who i am
trying to pick up the pieces
that made me
looked back at who i was
only found a quilted personality
a cobbled self built by stories told
to a me i should’ve been
truth can’t set you free
when ignorance is blisswas trying to remember
who i am
when who i was
is a lie
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(this poem is linked to http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/)
ain't i woman 
several really great lines in here…love how you turn a phrase…truth cant set you free when ignorance is bliss….like…and the me that was a lie…i lived that for a while..
When who I was a lie…
We all really dont know who we are as our mind / ego hides what we are in the chaos of senses… I liked your lines… so imagery…
‘only found a quilted personality
a cobbled self built by stories told”
… Thanks for sharing…
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-sighs.html
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thank you
finding ourselves can be a long process..picking up the pieces…looking back…defining us anew..some really nice lines here and food for thought..
thanks, Claudia. writing helps the process along.