Nameless

Nameless by Nicola Manning

I know who I am. I know what I am.

Yet I cannot find my identity.

Lost.

Missing.

Voided.

Floating in                                    Abyss.

I think…

Maybe…

I possessed it at an earlier age

But to where I may have placed it,

I am lost…

In the backward motion of life,

Was that my only opportunity?

As I gaze through the pane glass window

At the life I once led,

Is the torture of striving for what once was,

A punishment … ?

Or a warning … ?

… For what I have become … ?

… Or for who I have become?

If

I have missed my only hope

Then I am blinded.

I cannot see

Without an Identity.

© 2013 Nicola Manning - Ironic Inspirations
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Tight-Rope Walking

Tight Rope Walking - The Strength from Within

source: sxc.hu

Strength

From the Core

Tight

 

Erect a Perfect

Posture

To Pursue

 

Strength

From the Core

Stiff

 

Focus on the                        Focal

Point, not the Pivot.

Boundaries

 

Strength

From the Core

Sharp

 

Dominate                            Direction

Else Unsettle, Tremble

Descend

 

Strength

From the Core

Power

© 2013 Nicola Manning - Ironic Inspirations