Without Our Selves
A clear glass orb floats
above the cliff
just off the edge
representing our conscience, souls, and selves
what if it shatters?
becoming a puzzle of icy glass
and then nothing at all?
what if it disappears?
what would we fight for?
would we still know ourselves
for the loving,
backstabbing,
beautiful,
horrible,
emotional,
heartless,
empathetic,
shunning,
wonderful people we are?
could we go on without ourselves?
without a foothold?
step lightly, they say
don’t leave your self like a scarf in the forest
like a sandal on the beach
tuck it in safe
don’t free it
don’t lose it
don’t go without a railing
but could we be more
without the limits
of our own selves?
if we could take the risk
would we end up not being in trouble after all?
would we be freeing ourselves
by letting go of our SELVES?
we’d have identity
of what we know
and what we’ve learned
but not the burden
of the world.
Inspiration:
I was sitting on the floor of my room, and I decided to write something. I do that often. So I started the first line. I pictured a clear orb, floating just off the edge of a cliff. Then I got into the poem. I questioned our inner selves, and so this poem was born.
Explanation: I don’t know a lot about this poem. For all I know, I didn’t write it. Honestly, I don’t understand it. It feels like something someone else, that understands this topic, would write. But I wrote it, not because I know about it, but because it came out of me and I typed it down here. I don’t know it any more than you do. But I feel it’s my job to explain at least part of it.
I feel like it’s questioning whether or not we’d be freer if we didn’t question ourselves before the jump. If we let go and went on the adventure. I’m not saying that our selves teach. Our selves show us the way. But we don’t always have to have it tucked into our jackets. We could loosen up and sway.
The last two lines are interesting. In a way, our selves are the world. They mean the world. They show the world. They learn from the world. They teach the world. They ARE the world? So I’m saying, lighten that load.
Thanks for reading! If this was confusing and I could do a better job explaining, ask a question in the comments or something.

Afton, your listening is beautiful! The words you choose to type, what you feel to type, is intricate and multidimensional. This poem is an invitation to revisit again and again, as its questions create space for the heart. Thank you for writing and sharing!!
"would we be freeing ourselves
by letting go of our SELVES?
we’d have identity
of what we know
and what we’ve learned
but not the burden
of the world."
Mic drop... I have no words. :)
Afton, this just became my new favorite poem of yours. It's so awesome to see you go so deep into such a topic. So happy to be apart of witnessing your writing journey blossom.