All Comments on 'You Don't Know Who I Am'

five heartbroken sighs, and the unsure certainty whether not to ask for 'more'.

Quite unsettling.

You have exposed the games we play to get what we want.

At what cost?

Perhaps the best way to negotiate the price is through the truth.

But what is the truth and what do we want?

Do we really know who we are?

And at what cost?

Sometimes I read a poem and I think, “I could’ve written that. I wish I had written that.” This is one of those poems. 💜

I totally get this. Sometimes I've been tempted to do the same thing.

i know who you are ... well done, so very well done ... more would be better