We are not ourselves.

We copy and we share…
We let others manage all our chains…
We are copying and think we’ll heal…
We are copying others thoughts…
We think there is a comfort in these words…
We believe that they are created by our own table…
We believe it does not come from this Earth…
We sail in lost wind and missing our own rudder…

But do you know what I think..?
There is no one below us…
Only one above…
It’s so hard to tell in our own words…
Alone is always weakest in our World…
So wrong to think that’s how we learned about…the…

We let us change into something else…
We always think others have the key to our happiness…
We bury all loose in the sand…
We are so afraid to move our society …
We can hide behind others jovial words and phrases…
We can all accommodate even when the storm rages…
We are the most prodigal of this Earth breeds…
We dare only to echo all the words of others that are worn to rags…

But do you know what I know..?
There is really no one below…
Just look up and you will understand…
It’s so hard to be yourselves and we keep it as a lye in all of us…
Alone is never weakest in my World…
So brave to stand alone and feel…the…

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About jachso

Hey Destiny Poets. I live in Denmark about 90 km from Copenhagen and works in Roskilde as a teacher and mentor. I'm probably not like most men of my age and yes I am aged 50 years old. I've tried a lot of jobs without finding what I'm passionate about. Writing, I have always loved and I was probably just 14 years old when I produced my first poem. I have not yet been released some of my poems, but I hope it happens one day. I just finished a novel which I would like to have published, now the time and talent show whether I have the ability to write. Poetry has a special meaning for me and this is where I really feel at home. My life has sometimes been marked by many losses. In the mid eighties, I lost my fiance at the time when the accident happened was pregnant. She lost control of the car and drove herself and her child, who was on his way thereby, to death. It has really made its mark on my life and way of thinking. In the late nineties, I had problems with my back and had to seek other avenues to support myself. I finally decided to enroll at university and was admitted to the humanist line. I read philosophy, science, psychology, journalism and history, but philosophy and psychology is my major interest. I thrive today in the RUC aka Roskilde University just 25 km from Copenhagen. My job is to guide and teach, and it is a job with speed and that gives me a lot again. I have two collections of poems ready to be released, if I can find a publisher who will publish them. I have no children, it would obviously be my lot in life although I have tried, but luck never smiled at me that way. If you have any questions for me so I hope you just ask away all you want, I'll respond as soon as I have read the questions. With kindest regards from Jan Sorensen

2 thoughts on “We are not ourselves.

  1. VijayNair

    By aping others, we cease to be ourselves.Man is self-reliant.Like the protagonist of Ibsen’s ”An Enemy of the People”, we must trust ourselves and our actions.A reflective poem.

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  2. louiskasatkin

    ” … and feel ..the.. ” is an apposite ,inconclusive conclusion to a very satisfying, existential perambulation presented to the reader in the guise of a poem examining philosophical aphorisms.

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