I Am Me
I am Me
Like a dragonfly in a group of butterflies,
I am slightly out of place,
Wandering through a tundra,
With no destination, in no race.
Yet I am the firefly,
when all the other bugs go to bed,
I am as bright as the first lightbulb,
illuminating an era filled with dread.
I am the crack on a sidewalk,
Avoided and walked around,
And I am a dent,
that is bent, that is profound.
But I am the sun,
often shining, and sometimes blocked,
Just a moment out of the clouds,
I can bring a smile to someone.
Like a lighthouse, directing ships to shore,
I am a guide,
A beacon of light to one who is stuck.
I am a buoy in the midst of a storm,
floating on top and refusing to drown,
even when the air is thick and the water is rough,
I will put on a smile, and away a frown.
I’m like the acorns scattered all over,
Fallen from trees with a purpose to grow,
To provide shelter and strength,
Or a nice, cool shade on a hot summer day.
But all in all, I am me,
And I like it that way.
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