Who Did I Become

Who Did I Become long poem

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I remember the laughter and all of the smiles,
The journey that seemed like a million miles,
The happy times when I had such fun,
But really….who did I become.

I often wondered what life’s about,
When it felt my heart was inside out,
Sometimes I thought my life was done,
But really…who did I become.

It isn’t so hard to reflect upon,
The chances come and the chances gone,
After the rain I could see the sun,
But really….who did I become?

Time well spent was time with friends,
The holidays I hoped would never end,
Sometimes empty and feeling so numb,
But really…who did I become?

Trying to speak, my voice shut down,
Ridiculed when no-one else was around,
Trapped and with nowhere to turn,
But really…who did I become?

I’ve become a person with a heartfelt soul,
I’ve become my purpose, I found my goal,
I’ve become someone who will help you up,
I’ve become someone who will never give up.

I’ve become this person to love and to care,
I’ve become this person with so much to share,
I can close my eyes when the day is done,
Knowing I’m proud of who I’ve become.

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