Shame, boatloads of shame, more of the same.
Who am I?
A question often enough asked, but always deftly avoided and tucked away.
I am this blade of grass growing upon millions o fothers in this wide expanse of life. I am kissed by either sun or rain each morning and nestled into bed by the moon. When will I be mowed or plucked? I am a mistake, and yet I was meant to be. An on-purpose accident in some foreign eyes. I am too old and too young, the quintessntial contradiction. I am something to someone. I can be everyone, someone or no one at all. I can count myself lucky or count myself out. I am the taffy from the neighbors forgotten in the fridge or I can be the fought-over Christmas cookies. Utterly surrounded I am an enigma; alone, I bear my soul. Too often I hear that I am smart or I am slow, nice or rude. I am a giver and a taker, a magician if you'll let me. I am halfway to the sky and perfectly grounded. I come with a short temper and a tall heart. I am a sould in my own time and space. To be who I am, I don't need permission and no matter how off track, I am perfectly aligned. Could you love me? Maybe so. I believe in love and life. I am a girl. I can fly and I am picky over cereal. I do not test well. I am the body controlled by heart, wishing to disregard the mind. I love roller coasters, hate collards. I am the one, back of the picture, close to center stage, but not quite.
I'm ready to walk away on my own two feet.
A question often enough asked, but always deftly avoided and tucked away.
I am this blade of grass growing upon millions o fothers in this wide expanse of life. I am kissed by either sun or rain each morning and nestled into bed by the moon. When will I be mowed or plucked? I am a mistake, and yet I was meant to be. An on-purpose accident in some foreign eyes. I am too old and too young, the quintessntial contradiction. I am something to someone. I can be everyone, someone or no one at all. I can count myself lucky or count myself out. I am the taffy from the neighbors forgotten in the fridge or I can be the fought-over Christmas cookies. Utterly surrounded I am an enigma; alone, I bear my soul. Too often I hear that I am smart or I am slow, nice or rude. I am a giver and a taker, a magician if you'll let me. I am halfway to the sky and perfectly grounded. I come with a short temper and a tall heart. I am a sould in my own time and space. To be who I am, I don't need permission and no matter how off track, I am perfectly aligned. Could you love me? Maybe so. I believe in love and life. I am a girl. I can fly and I am picky over cereal. I do not test well. I am the body controlled by heart, wishing to disregard the mind. I love roller coasters, hate collards. I am the one, back of the picture, close to center stage, but not quite.
I'm ready to walk away on my own two feet.