What I’d like to be like, really:
a quiet observer with friends and love,
a writer who would make a difference in reading,
a partner through all the storms of this life.
I strive to be like that. I try,
but I am a soul living in exile,
a mother waiting for all of her sons,
and I have forgotten what painless days feel like.
I write and see with one eye only,
I walk with a knee that won’t go at all,
I am without friends when I need them mostly.
What I like to be, is really be liked.
Todays poetry contest submission was written by Ina Schroders-Zeeders.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2014?