I do not show my picture to you here

Do you ever wonder
If you only write
To read good things
About yourself?

The things that
No one else would say?

Do you ever wonder
If you only speak
So people know
That you’re still there?

And that you’re not
An empty chair?

I do not show my picture to you here.

I would not have you see my ugliness.

I would not have you judge me as I am.

And so I write, and act as I am not.

Upon the edge of emptiness,
I pour a lifetime full of hope
Into the strange involvement that is this:
That you will read, and somehow,
Understand.

And hope, my friend,
With that all that I may bring,
That I can come
To hear and understand
Your song as well.

I sit in here shrouded in silent asylum.
All those who love have left.
I am not made of love’s material;
People do not see me and think of love —
People do not see me, period.

I do not show my picture to you here.

I would not have you see my ugliness.

I would not have you know the me I know:

The me I know,

The echo,

The abyss

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

7 thoughts on “I do not show my picture to you here”

  1. The abstract picture you chose for this write is perfect for your words. Though you do not show your face, I see beyond it and understand that there is much beauty hidden, fearful to be seen. If we all shared our real faces the world would be a better place. Pretense is our first choice until we can trust to come out and play in safety. Beautiful Post…

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  2. Oh wow! That was awesome..but it was sad…it was still awesome. I don’t know if this is about you…or about a general thing..like people who “hide” behind the anonymity of what they write..and so easy to do in these days of the internet..where our words can reach so many people without us even leaving the house. But yea..

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  3. Upon the edge of emptiness
    i pour a lifetime full of hope…
    if i ever stop commenting you will know either i am dead or finally very much alive. i want to pour out my Hope in painted images. i lack the skill because i have not worked hard enough. To dance well one must dance to the limit of physical endurance. To paint well one must give up self judgement and doubt and just paint. God will take care of the rest. i love your poetry and i so wish i could communicate in paint as you do with words. Glad i found this piece from last year. Will you include it in your favorites?
    Holly

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