This is something I wrote about myself a few years back. It may have been 7 or 8 years ago.
I wrote several poems about my family. I don’t consider myself a writer although I kind of like what I’ve written.
I’m a late bloomer
Emotions, tears
Doesn’t take much
Look at any child
Innocent, loving, I cherish I’m awareSo I’m a late bloomer
It’s OK, I get it now
What’s happened to me
Was so I could see
Look beautiful Girl
Let’s do something different here
Show others you’re not skin deep
There’s more to you
Even show you
Astonished and wondered
Where have I been hiding?
I’m pretty tough, yes
Find the softer side
I found it and sometimes
Feel silly
I’m crying at things othersWouldn’t consider
It’s OK, Life hit me in the face
Do I still get uptight?
Sometimes a little high strung?
Remember beautiful girl
God kicked you in the pants
You should really be here
He gave you another chance
To be compassionate and listen
Really listen
Every day is a lesson and a challenge
Use it how you will
You have a will use it
Half full, over flow it
Endless opportunities
I see it now create it
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