Me
I find when no one sees
that I am still the same me
convincing myself
of prominence and urgency
to know what is around me
andto feel the truth about me
and my soul
Will I rest?
Will I breathe?
Will I grow?
Is there time to know
what is really real
or has the time passed?
that I am still the same me
convincing myself
of prominence and urgency
to know what is around me
andto feel the truth about me
and my soul
Will I rest?
Will I breathe?
Will I grow?
Is there time to know
what is really real
or has the time passed?
posted by Lava | 5:31 PM
2 Comments:
WOW~ The time has never passed. It is all apart of the journey
in your poem you said I find when no one sees, hee hee, I always see...remember from the womb to the tomb, I am always watching, waiting, antiicipating what you will do next, you are so full of surprises and you are the joy of your mama's heart, you are my baby girl. I love you, mom. By the way Thanks for the Rock!!
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