This poem was written for a Poets of the Lake assignment. We were given the first line of a poem and instructed to use it to develop our own poem. The first line of this poem was written by Edward Muir.
"Packed in my skin from head to toe, is one I know and do not know" My wisdom and my confidence give me such firm and noble stance until the challengers arrive then somehow all my courage flies; like Ichabod so full of will but whose poor feet could not stand still. Of course I simply speak to me , I'd never let another see the pent-up conflict 'neath my hide. I'd die before I would confide the prideful phony poise I fake and that may be what kills me yet; The tensions that I always feel, born of the fear of - being real. |