I Am
I am strong and beautiful
I wonder how differently things might have turned out
I hear the whispers from my past
I see the images, that have yet to fade with time
I want to be at peace with myself
I am strong and beautiful
I wonder how differently things might have turned out
I hear the whispers from my past
I see the images, that have yet to fade with time
I want to be at peace with myself
I am strong and beautiful
I pretend that it doesn't hurt me anymore
I feel shattered and alone
I touch gently, without hurting
I worry because it haunts my thoughts
I cry alone, where no one sees me
I am strong and beautiful
I understand , but not really, how can I?
I say I'm fine, but am I? Is anyone?
I dream .. even though I wish I wouldn't
I try to not let it define who I am
I hope that I am braver than I feel
I am strong and beautiful
I feel shattered and alone
I touch gently, without hurting
I worry because it haunts my thoughts
I cry alone, where no one sees me
I am strong and beautiful
I understand , but not really, how can I?
I say I'm fine, but am I? Is anyone?
I dream .. even though I wish I wouldn't
I try to not let it define who I am
I hope that I am braver than I feel
I am strong and beautiful
3 comments:
Ok no fair - your's is actually a decent poem (no matter a wee bit dark - but aren't we all sometimes?).
When it said imaginary, I really picked imaginary - like I made up things! HA HA HA HA HA
Great job!
Good job on your poem!
I think I am in the same boat as Lisa. Mine sounded like I was overdue some serious therapy or something. Which is most likely true, which is why I elected to just laugh and click "clear"
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