This Is Me

This Is Me short poem

This Is Me short poemPhoto by Chrisbkes

Her wings were tidy, a little flutter now and then,
She was always so close, to finally grasp her dream,
So, when that day had finally come, that woman’s wings were clipped,
She needed to let go, therefore, she flew away, and she soared so high,
Oh, and she was bright, beautiful and so delicate.
This woman got to be whom she needed to be
Whatever she hid, no one could perceive,
As she was confined in a world, pleading to be set free
Where every person kept her sheltered away, from the realm to see
That she was destined to sparkle, she was meant to be heard,
Devour an ability to express, to scream, Look at me,
It’s time for me to start blooming, It’s time for you all too see,
“This is me”.

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