In The Shadow Behind Me



Standing still waiting to be discovered
Like a lost relic buried in the desert
I will be saved by my one true love

It’s magical thinking
Little girl dreaming
Searching for the happy ending that never ends

From conception
Resting in a womb
Woven of fairytales and lace

Wrapped in silk
And sprinkled with stardust
A wish filled baptism

A testament of faith
He will find me
And I will be complete

I regurgitate the spoon-fed indoctrination
My throat burns
The bitter taste of freedom

The never ending if I had only
Is but a whisper
From a voice I no longer recognize

That young girl is where she should be
Not in front
But in the shadow behind me

About this poem

This poem is about a woman letting go of the child in her and the beliefs of how a woman's life should be.

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Written on March 10, 2022

Submitted by lisacampbell29 on March 10, 2022

Modified on April 25, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme XXX AAX BXX XXC XDX BXC DXX DXD
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 655
Words 130
Stanzas 8
Stanza Lengths 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3

Lisa Campbell

I am 56 years old. I love to write poems, short stories and lyrics. more…

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4 Comments
  • Symmetry58
    This is beautiful poetry. Wow!!!
    LikeReply 11 year ago
    • lisacampbell29
      Thank you for your very kind words. I appreciate your comments! I really liked writing this poem. Best, Lisa
      LikeReply1 year ago
  • lisacampbell29
    Thank you so much for your comment! Take care, Lisa
    LikeReply1 year ago
  • Teril
    I relate to this poem - if we free ourselves of the happy ending, of the brainwashing that kept us prisoner, we can truly learn to love ourselves.
    LikeReply 11 year ago
  • rnadc
    This is your best one (that I have read so far). Personal opinion.
    So many good things about this...
    LikeReply 11 year ago
    • lisacampbell29
      Thank you! I liked writing this poem. I wasn't sure how it would come across. Poetry is so personal and subject to interpretation of course. Really glad you like it!
      LikeReply1 year ago

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