Charlotte Sometimes

All the faces
all the voices blur
change to one face
change to one voice
from the past to the future
from the future to the past
the taste of identity
still lasts...
Who is this Clare
that lives in this world?
and why is it me
that swaps with this girl?
back and forth
faster and faster
till soon I am dizzy
like the everafter
till I find that I
am splintered in her head
as stiff as toys
and tall as men
I'm struggling to stay
as Charlotte in the core
till in time I don't know
who I am anymore
till I'm crying and crying
for a girl who died
so many years before...
But with every imprinted
identity,
there will always be a place
for Clare in me
Sometimes I'm dreaming
that I'll find my way back home
Sometimes I'm Clare
and sometimes I'm
Charlotte.

-DSC
Saturday, October 18, 2008