Me Seeing

Fri, 08/02/2013 - 19:02 -- anemix

the Words sing emotions springing forth

sad songs of happiness, a melancholy air

For poetry is my self-reflection

of the world shining through imperfect eyes.

 

I am me not often questioning

the form and status of my being

but needful is examining

seeing, understanding Who I Am

 

And though painful sometimes:

Poetry helps me be the me I want to be.

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